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Great update, both the role playing scene n the wife's dilemna were great...

Yes but now she would be able to accept what she needs and wants.

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I had almost finished the update last night but had to stop as it was getting late. Just completed the last bit for this update just now and I'm posting it.

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Chapter 14 – She makes up her mind

 
She
 
I lay there thinking of my situation as I awaited a call from my secret lover. If someone had told me three months ago that I would be pining for sex with a man out of my marriage I would have laughed at him or her. My attitude then was so much different than what I was feeling now. Whenever I read of news of any woman who had cheated on her husband or when I gossiped with my friends when we become aware of any woman we knew who was having an extra marital affair I would be one of the first to condemn such behaviour. My thinking of them was they were of loose morals and contemptuous character but now I myself was one such woman. Maybe I had been too quick to judgement. I really didn’t know what drove those women to seek sexual satisfaction through a man other than their husband. It could be because of an abusive husband, a uncaring or neglectful husband, a husband who was very selfish in sex or a husband who could not meet the reasonable sexual needs of his wife. Lots of women would be in such a marriage but still only very few of them would be willing to or be brave enough to stray from their marriage vows. Even so it was forgivable or at least understandable why some of them sought solace in the arms of another man. Then there were some other women. They had a reasonably caring husband and a reasonably satisfying sexual life with their husbands. But they still sleep with another man because of boredom, wanting to try something different or where circumstances, causes them to give in to their desires when they are suddenly drawn to another man, more likely the man being handsome, more manly in appearance to their husband. This would usually be a spur of the moment thing that leads to a one-night stand or a few brief sexual dalliances. In that short period of time in a sexually charged or erotic setting the sex would be passionate and unrestrained. In many of these sexual mating, though not necessarily all, because of the intense arousal created in that situation the wife would enjoy sexual bliss that would remain in her memory for her lifetime. The relationship would however in most circumstance end with that and the woman would go back to her role as a loyal wife and good homemaker. But in case of very few this situation would only be the start of a long adulterous affair. I had no illusion where I fitted among the various scenarios above.
 
There was something that I was afraid to admit to even to myself. This sexual affair I was embarking on was not born of just bodily need. In these two months or more how often have I reminiscent not just on the sex we had enjoyed but on the seduction itself, his talk that lit emotions in my heart, his humour and playfulness that made me smile like I hadn’t for a long time. The thoughts were not just of the both of us engaging in the mating of the bodies but of cuddling, of the meaningful looks exchanged. When he messaged that he was ready to accept me and all I had to do was say yes sent a spark of happiness through my heart. I sort of knew I was not his first woman, he was too skilled in the erotic arts for that, but I didn’t want to be just another conquest for him. Another woman who he could tick off in his list. It would make me feel cheap, demean me to think all I meant to him was a body to sate his lust. That said I was in position to think only of my own self and forsake everything to be with him always. I had to think what pain it would cause my parents, I have a sister, how it would affect her marriage, her future. Most of all how it would affect my son. He would be subject to taunts that his mom was a whore and a slut. He would be scarred for life. But still that I was special to Vikram made me very happy. But this betrayal to my husband was worse than if I just needed sexual pleasure alone. In that case it would just be a matter of bodily need. The person giving me that pleasure was just someone to fulfil my needs and he would mean nothing more. But I had developed feelings for Vikram and this type of betrayal was the worst type of betrayal. Not only had the lover taken the body that belonged to the husband he had wormed his way into her heart .. my heart. This would mean I would belong to Vikram completely. I would be in his control and do whatever he wants. My husband is pushed back to number two. My husband’s defeat to my lover then was complete.    
 
The time was just ten fifteen but I had finished everything I had to do and was waiting for Vikram’s call. Every minute I waited I cursed that idiot for making me wait like this, I was so eager to hear his voice again. It was ten thirty now and yet he had not called me yet and I was getting very impatient. I had made him wait for over two months, was he taking revenge by making me wait like this? Hmm .. not likely but what is taking him so long? Finally, my phone rang at ten forty-seven but this time I did not take the call. I didn’t want him to think that I was waiting eagerly for his call. The ringing stopped and after a few seconds it rang again. This time I attended the call after five rings.
 
“Hi darling, how are you sweetheart.”
 
My lover’s voice, my darling Vikram’s voice. I was hearing it after more than two months.
 
“Hello my love, I miss you so much,” was what I wanted to say but instead all I said was “hello.”
 
“It’s so long since I heart this sweet voice, I missed you terribly my love,” Vikram was saying what I had wanted to say.
 
My heart simply melted. Involuntary tears welled in my eyes I didn’t know for what reason. With a breaking voice I said,” Why did you have to come in my life Vikram … now you have made me yearn like this.”
 
“Hey, come on baby don’t cry. I’m going to be there for you anymore.” Hearing me sniffle he continued,” Hearing you cry makes me wish I was there to hold you in my arms and console you Bavani dear.”
 
I too wished the same thing. If he was here I would give myself into his arms to hold me tightly. “I wanted so much to avoid you but I just couldn’t. I failed .. how did you make me to be like this? You wouldn’t take advantage of my weakness would you Vikram?”
 
“No dear, I would never do that. I care for you just as much as you do for me. You’re my beautiful love.”
 
“Thanks, dear I missed you a lot too. I so much want to be in your arms again Vikram darling.”
 
“Same thing here Baby, I want so much to hold you in my arms and make love to you. You wouldn’t even be able to guess how I suffered these two months.”
 
“Really Vikram? Did you miss me so much? I’m sure there would have been other women there for you.” Even as I said that I felt intense jealousy to think if indeed he had other women who had been sharing his bed.
 
“I won’t lie to you my darling,” Vikram said. “I have a woman here who sometimes would want to have sex with me but after you sex with anyone else is tasteless. Since you didn’t want me anymore I tried to forget you by having sex with her but all I got was unsatisfactory sex and frustration.”
 
Isn’t that what I was doing here. Having lots more sex with my husband in order to forget Vikram. I know how Vikram must have felt. Nothing with my husband could replicate that night of intense joy with Vikram. “Do you really mean it Vikram or are you just saying it?”
 
“I cannot make you believe what I say but what I say is the truth. Just to get some little satisfaction I had to close my eyes and imagine it was you I was making love to.”
 
How strikingly similar. I had to imagine I was with Vikram to get satisfaction when having sex with my husband. Though each of us were making love to different partners in a way we were making love to each other.
 
“I’m sorry dear I made you suffer. I’ll make it up to you,” I said softly. It was practically an open invitation asking him to come and take me. This time when I give myself to him my betrayal of my husband would be complete. Vikram would not only be possessing my body he would be possessing my heart.
 
“You made me do things I never thought I would do again but I forgive you now that we will be together again.”
 
I didn’t quite understand what he meant so I asked him,” what are you trying to say?”
 
“I needed you so much but you refused to even reply to my messages, I was so frustrated I actually masturbated thinking of you to get some relief.”
 
I laughed out loud on hearing this. Vikram, my darling really wants me so much, I mean so much to him. Even though I laughed wasn’t that what I did last night, finger myself while thinking of him but as a woman how can I tell him that openly like the way he did.
 
Vikram came to the crucial point. “I need to see you my dear, give me your address.”
 
I played coy as a woman was wonted to do with her lover. I just would like to be cajoled by him.  “What are you going to do here? No, let’s just continue like this .. speak whenever we can.”
 
“Are you kidding Bavani, how is that ever going to be enough for me?”
 
“Why? Can’t we be happy that we can continue to keep in touch?” I wanted him to tell me all that he wanted to do to me.
 
“I must see your lovely face as I talk to you, I must feel that comfortable satisfaction of holding you in my arms, of kissing your sweet lips. After you started talking to me don’t keep me at bay. Don’t punish me like this.”
 
I smiled at the longing in his voice. It made me feel so special and wanted. I didn’t want him to beg anymore because I wanted the same thing he wanted. “Don’t come to my home, you call me when you are here and I’ll come and meet you.”
 
“Thank you darling I’ll do that.”
 
“But I can meet you from around ten thirty in the morning and have to be back home by two thirty in the afternoon. Another thing it can only be on a weekday.” I am giving us around four hours to be together. Will that be four hours of bliss.
 
“I’m so happy now baby. I have some unavoidable work in my office at the moment. I’ll take leave in a week’s time and come and meet you.”  
 
I was disappointed to hear this. Another week more? I wanted to be with him now. But then I had made him wait for over two months why can’t I wait a week. Our love talk continued for an hour but it seemed to me that it was just like only a few minutes. Now that all the self-raised barriers had all been pulled down we chatted or messaged often during the week. Our chatting progressed from just teasing to erotic. The whole week I was cheerful and also took great care of my husband sexually a few times. He didn’t know the underlying reason he was getting so much of sexual pleasure from me. I had sympathy for him. Since I was going to give myself to my lover once more the least I could do was to do everything I could to keep him happy. The week passed in a whirl. Vikram was going to come here tomorrow. I was going to meet my lover. I knew that whatever the circumstance it was going to somehow end up with us making love once more.
 
Husband
 
This last one week I was finally feeling stress free. Bavani who had seemed to be in some confused state of mind was finally back to being my old Bavani. She was much more cheerful now and she was actually conversing with me normally like before we attended the wedding. She was also very loving to me now. From this I deduced that she finally had got some clarity in her mind. The confused stress she was in was just a phase that she had finally overcome. That scoundrel Vikram had affected her somehow. She may have even felt bad that she had become attracted to him and that he had kindled within her desires that she, as a married woman, shouldn’t feel for another man. There must have been a strong attraction which she herself couldn’t understand and her unhappiness these few months must have been her dismay that she had been tempted to commit a sinful act. Even though she did not do anything wrong the fact she may have wanted to would have caused her pain. Now after a struggle within herself she would have come to a conclusion that meeting Vikram was just a chance occurrence. We meet so many people in our lives in passing and we soon forget them as life moves on. Vikram was just another such person. She must have finally reached the emotional stage where she could move on. Now the love and care she was showing me showed she understood the importance of the life we have together. In a way because of Vikram there was a renewal in our own marriage.
 
In this week we had sex so many times. This was a new Bavani for me. She was unrestrained, very passionate and did everything to make the sex wonderful for us. I believed that I was able to give her pleasure the way she did for me. She attained orgasm quite a few times in this time. I was so happy now that I asked her whether it was time we tried for a second child. She didn’t agree to it and said we should wait for sometime before we tried that. Now I was able to go to work without any worries. I was able to fully concentrate on my work again. I was no more the morose, irritant boss to my staff. The atmosphere in the office was also much better. My subordinates could come and discuss with me the issues they face like the way they used to. This better working environment actually helped the efficiency of work that needed to be done.  I realised how important for a man it was to have a good family situation for the happiness of not only him but for everyone around him. I actually cursed myself for my lack of trust in my wife that I had gone to the extent of engaging a private detective to spy on her. I had been thinking that if thinks had not improved at home I may have had to re-engage that detective agency whatever strain that would cause on my finances.
 
(At the same time that Mohan was happily reflecting like this at work a call came to Bavani. “I’m here baby, where shall I wait for you?”)

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I had been busy otherwise for the past few days and could not write anything. I only started writing yesterday and it would take another two or three days to complete the next update. My thanks to the many encouraging comments. I will try to make the next update a bit longer. 

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Chapter 14 continued

 
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This is where she told me to come, hmm where is she? I looked around trying to find her. Ah there she is. She had also spotted me. I waved to her and she just smiled in acknowledgement as she walked towards me. I looked at the beautiful vision swaying alluringly as she walked towards me. Oh, how I had missed her. Seeing the bewitching beauty reminded me of what I had missed for the past two months and more.  She had red tops and cream coloured tight leggings and because she had heeled sandals on it tightened her leg muscles and it  accentuated the beauty of her shapely legs. Her tops were quite body fitting and how well those firm big globes of hers stretched the front of her tops. She had make-up put on artfully. Her luscious lips were a glossy red, just so kissable. She had her hair tied in a simple band and yet it framed her face so beautifully.  She looked sexier than what I remembered if that was possible.
 
I must have looked at her in open mouthed wonder because the first thing she said when she reached me was,” close your mouth, you’re drooling too much.”
 
I could see from her pleased smile that she was delighted with my reaction.
 
“Bavani, you are absolutely stunning.” I really meant what I said.
 
“Thank you Vikram, you’re looking great too.”
 
“Okay Bavani, what’s next? Where shall we go?” I was hoping she would say to her house but if she didn’t I had already planned for that eventuality.
 
“How did you come here? Bus, rail or car?”
 
“My car, so, where shall we go.”
 
“Don’t know Vikram, you tell me but one thing, we can’t go to my house.”
 
“Shall we go foe a long drive Bavani?”
 
“Okay, where did you park your car?”
 
“Just here, close by, let’s go.”
 
I wanted to hold hands with her as we walked but this was not the time.  Bavani was also of the same mind because she told me to go ahead and she would follow me at a short distance. We have limited time so I walked quickly to my car and sat inside. She came within a few seconds later and quickly got in the passenger side.
 
As I smiled at her she told me,” Vikram just go out of the city somewhere .. quickly.”
 
“Why? Are you afraid someone would recognise you?”
 
“You know my situation, why take unnecessary risk. No one would know me here, also I very rarely come here and there aren’t many people out and about in this place either. That’s why I asked you to come here.”
 
I started the car and started driving towards the outskirts of the city. As I drove I held her hand and pressed her fingers reassuringly. Her fingers felt cold. She must be scared and that was only natural and expected. I took her hand and pressed it to my lips.
 
“I’ve missed you so much Bavani,” I told her again.
 
She gently grazed my cheek with the back of her fingers,” Same here Vikram,” and then she gave a small peck on my cheek.
 
When she did that my penis immediately started getting hard. Even when she just softly kissed my cheek she could make me (my manhood) react in this manner. My erection bulging at the zip area was quite easily visible. This sudden erection caused me some discomfort and I adjusted it with my hand and that attracted her attention. She too could see the big bulge there. She smiled shyly on seeing what she had caused in me.
 
“What can I say darling, even when you just kiss me I get very excited,” I said to her.
 
She now smiled a bit more broadly. “In that case I will keep quiet, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable that’s why.”
 
“How can you say that darling, this doesn’t mean I am uncomfortable it merely shows how much I desire my sweetheart,” I said smiling with her.
 
We had no contact for more than two months so a little shyness had developed in Bavani so I had to take the initiative. I took her hand and placed it over my zip. She hesitantly held my erect rod and pressed it. How she too must have missed being with me. The guilt in her mind had made her resist as much as she could but ultimately the desire in her heart won. She gently rubbed my erection with her fingers and kneaded it now and then making my erection even harder. She couldn’t go any further because there was still some traffic in the city. In about half an hour we were now out of the city and on its outskirts. My penis was aching a little because of how hard it was pushing up against my underwear. Now with hardly any traffic on the road I pulled down my zip and pulled out my shaft. How had some difficulty doing because of the size of my manhood and also because of how hard an erection I had.  Bavani glanced down to look at my penis. I hoped it showed to her how much I wanted her by how strongly it was jutting out from the opening of the zip. I saw her hold her breath for a moment as she involuntarily licked her lips. Those luscious, full red lips I hoped would soon be encircling the girth of my pole. I placed her hand on my erection once more. This time there were no clothes in between as a barrier. Her cool fingers grasped my hot, hard flesh. She slowly started stroking me in a slow languid manner which was so very pleasurable to me. I noticed now the change in her fingers. She had grown her nails and had beautifully manicured it. She had lavender coloured nail polish applied that enhanced the sexiness of those delicate looking fingers. I remembered telling her how I liked a woman having fingers like this when we were having sex at the time of the wedding. She must have remembered and had grown them like this because she saw me admiring Smitha’s fingers. My sex guru and first lover Sandhya had been like this. That being my first experience, my impressionable mind had equated sexual pleasure with women stroking my rod with beautifully manicured fingernails. Bavani had trimmed  fingernails at that time and she told me that she had cut them short from the time she got married after her college days. She couldn’t have grown her nails like this in just the week since we started messaging each other again. Whether consciously or unconsciously she had been doing this because it would please me. She had wanted every bit of her to be attractive to me. It indicated deep down she was preparing for the day she would be together with me again. Her inner self had been subconsciously telling her that she couldn’t be without the sexual pleasures we shared together on that amorous night of lust and love. It was for me too. Sex with other women seemed an inadequate substitute.  In this case it was only Girja so far but I knew I won’t be happy with any other women till I had my fill of Bavani’s delectable body.  She too had been having sex with her husband all this while it mustn’t have been truly fulfilling as it was for me with Girja. We had both been looking forward to this day in our minds. Only I had admitted it to myself while she had denied it and had only fooled herself.
 
“Your fingers are so beautiful now my dear .. I think I may leak now itself if I don’t control myself.”
 
“Oh .. so, my fingers were not beautiful then was it,” She said as she squeezed my rock-hard flesh hard.
 
“Not that baby, before it was super now it is unbeatable.”
 
While driving I put my hand inside her tops from below her neck and kneaded her breast. “Vikram, be careful, concentrate on the driving .. something might happen.”
 
Something was definitely going to happen. That is why I had arrived here early and had surveyed the place for an eventuality like this. I was not simply driving aimlessly I knew where I needed to go. “Don’t worry dear, I can handle the car without any problem,” I said as my fingers continued to massage the flesh of her breast. This was the advantage of cars with automatic transmission.
 
In a short while my car left the main road and was driving along a dirt path. “Vikram, where are we going? This path looks like a bit of a jungle path.”
 
“Just wait, I have found a place for us to go. No one would come this way and disturb us.”
 
“No Vikram, let’s turn back, I’m scared.”
 
“No worries Bavani, this place we are going to belongs to a friend of my friend. No one is there now or will come there.”
 
We reached a wooden gate that was locked. There was wire fencing that fenced off the property. I stopped the car, got out and unlocked the padlock with the key my friend gave me. I had not even bothered to put my penis back inside my pants and it was jutting out in front of me obscenely. After opening the gate, I drove my car in and then closed the gate again and locked it. Now no one would be able to sneak up on us. I drove the car inside around five hundred meters from the gate and parked my car under the shade of a large tree. The car was completely hidden from view and could not be seen by anyone coming up to the gate.
 
“Vikram, what is this place? Would it be safe here? I’m scared Vikram.”
 
“There’s no danger whatsoever here Bavani, believe me. We are completely safe here.”
 
She was still apprehensive and was looking around. Just to ease off her tension and to divert her mind I turned her towards me and kissed her deeply. It has been so long since I had tasted these honey coated lips. Her body which had been tensed slowly started relaxing. She too became involved in the kiss. There was a soft ‘mm’ ‘mm’ sound as we kissed. She welcomed my tongue into her mouth and our tongues engaged in a little tussle inside her mouth. My hand entered inside her top from below this time from the waist up. I grabbed the soft but firm globe of flesh that was encased inside her bra. Even though it was inside her bra cup I could feel that her nipple was already erect. I felt her hand search down my body before it found what it wanted. Her fingers wrapped around the thick stem of my babymaker. Those delicate fingers could only just about wrap around the hot tubular flesh as my girth was that big.  She started slowly stroking it and it was my turn now to moan into her mouth as we continued to kiss. It was always something special for me when the wife of another man held my cock in her fingers for the very first time. But with Bavani it felt so special even now though she had held it several times when we were at her husband’s relatives wedding. As we finally came up for air she smiled at me shyly.
 
“I missed this so much Vikram,” she admitted,” you kiss so well.” This statement of hers told me that her husband was not very good at kissing. Not just kissing, he doesn’t seem to be very good with anything to do with sex. Otherwise why couldn’t he protect his wife from giving herself to me then or she missing the pleasures she got from me so much that she had failed in her effort to remain faithful after that fateful day at the wedding.
 
“How were you able to ignore me so long Bavani? I used to check my phone so many times hoping you would have replied. I would even get up in the middle of the night to check my phone.”
 
She stroked my face gently with her fingers. “Sorry dear, you must understand my situation. I’m not a bad person but that’s how I felt I was after the first flush of lust had been sated. When I went back home it hit me hard how badly I had behaved.”
 
No Bavani who could ever say you are a bad person.”
 
“But that’s how I felt. I wanted to atone for my wrongdoing and be faithful to my husband henceforth.”
 
“Then why are you here?” I said with a teasing smile.
 
She pinched me on my cheek but not to hurt me but sort of lovingly. “It’s all because of you, you idiot. You don’t know how hard I tried .. really tried but your manhood, your virility had completely won over me. As time went on I started missing you more and more.”
 
“For me, I missed you from the first day you went back home with your husband.”
 
We looked into each other’s eyes .. our longing and desire very evident. No further words needed to be spoken. Our lips met again in a crushing, passionate kiss. We had wasted more than two months, there wasn’t a moment more to waste. This time after the kiss I started taking off my t-shirt and Bavani helped me. I threw it on the back seat of the car. Now as I removed her top she raised her hands to help me. Her top joined my t-shirt on the back seat. Now for the first time I was seeing her captivating ample bosom in bright light. The tightly stretched whitish skin was so smooth, almost shining and her deep cleavage was too inviting for me to resist. I buried my face on her soft flesh, kissing and licking it. She hugged my head with her eyes closed enjoying the ministrations of my lips and  tongue.
 
After such a long separation, emotions overwhelmed her. “ Vikram my darling .. I love you my lovable rogue,” she murmured.
 
As I continued to kiss her bosom She reached behind to unhook her bra. I lifted my face away to allow her to remove the bra. She threw it on the back seat with the other clothes already there. I looked at those two rounded ripe melons with the cherry coloured half-inch long stiff nipples with watering mouth. I stroked her breast lovingly as she softly hissed at the touch of my fingers. No others woman I had before, Sandhya, Girja or anyone else had breasts as sexually appetizing as these. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, it become a bit harder. I leaned forward and kissed it. I had imagined doing this again for so long and now I was finally really doing it.
 
It must have been the same yearning feeling for her. “Sss .. Vikram hhh … suck it dear .. humm .. humm.. ,” She whimpered, almost crying in desire.
 
How would I wait anymore? I waited too long for this to wait any longer. I suckled on her tit like a hungry child. I was hungry, hungry for her. She tried to push more of her breast into my mouth. I suckled to my heart’s content making up for lost time. She moaned as she enjoyed the joy of feeding her breast to me once more. She continued to pleasure me as she stroked my cock. I tried to shove my hand down her front. She pulled in her stomach to aid me. My fingers pushed aside the band of her panties and entered inside. My fingers reached her slit which was already wet. She had been looking forward to this as much as I have. The tip of my finger could feel her swollen clit.
 
“Ohh .. Ohh .. so good baby … ssss….,” She groaned
 
As I continued to tease her clit with my fingers her body trembled in delight. Her moaning became louder as I continued to suckle on both her nipples as I teased her love bud. After some time, I sat up to remove my pants and boxers. There was no time to go slow this first time. Our desires were too pent up for that. She too removed her leggings and panties. Now all our clothes were on the back seat of my car. We were sitting in the car in broad daylight without a single piece of clothing on our bodies. A once faithful wife ready to engage in sinful cheating again and a young lover ready to enjoy the delicious  forbidden joy only another man’s very beautiful and sexy wife can give.  She looked at my cock, I mean really looked at it. While I was driving she did see it but part of it was still hidden by my clothes. This was the first time she was seeing it fully in bright light. The impressive girth, the fully stretched skin because of my huge erection and every bulging vein was there for her to see. She can’t fail to see the difference between this and the one belonging to whom she was married. With the excitement of me getting her again after all the resistance my penis had expanded to the maximum it could. The excitement was like as if I was seducing her for the first time again. I could see the wanting in her eyes.
 
“You’re so enormous Vikram .. I .. I don’t know how I had managed before,” She said appreciating my manhood’s full glory.
 
“It’s all because of you darling, you make it grow this big.”
 
Impulsively she bent down and gave my cock a kiss. She would never had this much of desire for her husband’s penis. Having not been fully satisfied with sucking her husband’s small cock she now took my huge rod into her mouth. Her full, red lips was fully stretched around the big girth of man flesh.  Her husband Mohan was chief of Accounts department wasn’t he. He was familiar with doing the maths to see if all things tallied but now while he was in his office his wife was doing the maths by seeing how thick and long my cock was with her mouth. Right now, his suspicions shouldn’t be raised. Only then I can enjoy his wife fully many times. If he gets suspicious later I handle it when the time comes. I pushed back the back rest of my seat fully and sat half reclined on the seat. I watched as Bavani took my cock out from her mouth and lick my reddish bud with her pink tongue. Mohan had lost to me once again. His wife is once more pleasuring my cock with her mouth and this time there was no need to hurry and I can enjoy the pleasure she gives me for a long time. Now as her lips ran up and down my shaft she held my balls in her hand and kneaded them gently. They held the seeds that was going to fill her warm love tunnel. By seeing how heavy my testes were, she must know I have a lot of love fluid just for her. She too took her time sucking me. It was as if she wanted every bit of taste of me. She would pull down my foreskin then just suck on my cockhead while she caressed it with her tongue. Sometime she would suck my cock head while stroking my cock fast. She seemed to enjoy the taste of my precum seeping into her mouth. Sometimes she would bob her head up and down fast sucking about half the length of my cock and sometimes she would suck very slowly but this time trying to take as much of my length that she could into her mouth, stopping only when my cockhead lodges at the  entrance of her throat. She would stroke my cock while licking the sensitive skin below the balls. She would gently scbang her long fingernails below the scrotum as she sucked my cock. This was a new Bavani, not the wife somewhat inexperienced in the skills of oral sex. The chaste wife that I had sex with more than two months ago. This was a woman who knew how to please a man with her mouth. She must have read, seen or learnt this somehow .. maybe porn videos or the net. She may  even have practised some of this with her husband. Whatever, she had been subconsciously preparing herself for the day she was going to pleasure me this way.
 
“Ohh darling .. you’re killing me Bavani, god where did you learn to do this.”
 
She took my cock out of her mouth and smiled sheepishly at me. She was happy that she could make me squirm like this in pleasure. Her eyes were somehow conveying .. I am doing all this is for you my love. With all the love she showed to my cock with her mouth for more than fifteen minutes so much of blood had surged into the open sponge like muscles inside that it was now swollen to the maximum it can get. She held my cock by the head as if trying to pluck it but instead pushed the foreskin down so that my bud would press against her palm, wetting it with my precum. She looked at my face as she flicked out her tongue to lick it off from my palm. As she took my cock inside her mouth again her fingers snaked up my body, her fingernails gently scbanging my hard stomach muscles before she reached up to my nipple where she teased my erect nipple with the tip of her fingernail. Bavani was a love goddess at the time of the wedding but she has become a sex goddess now. As she sucked my hand rubbed down her back pass her rounded buttocks trying to reach her love hole. She adjusted her body to allow my fingers to reach its destination. As my fingers entered inside the small slit I could feel her wetness. It was like she was drenched there. She was ready to swallow my cock whole. As I fingered her she took her mouth off my cock and moaned in pleasure.
 
“What a size you have Vikram, this big boy is what that seduced me,” She said as she gave my love pole a kiss. Knowing my fetish, she teased the length of my shaft with her beautifully manicured fingernails. I groaned as I watch it with fascination.
 
“It’s all because of you baby,” I groaned,” no other women had given me this much pleasure just with her hands.” As a reward for my appreciation she started stroking my hot firmness making me gasp in pleasure. Would she have done all this for Mohan? No way, he wouldn’t have been able to take it. He would have come in seconds. Only a lover can share the full joy of sexual fulfilment with a frustrated housewife.
 
“Vikram, this is mine now, I missed it for too long .. I won’t make the mistake again,” She said as she rubbed my cock against her breasts.
 
She held a breast with one hand while she rubbed the bud of my cock on her erect nipple. My precum started coating her nipple making it shine in the bright light of late morning. She trapped my shaft between her two soft tits and masturbated me by pressing her two globes together and rubbing it against my pole. As the tip off my cock peeks out from the mounds of flesh she would lick it or give it a quick suck. The last time I had sex with Bavani she was a willing participant but this time her involvement was to another level. Having suppressed her growing desires for so long it had now burst out with overflowing force. This was a woman who truly had the hots for her lover. Truth was she needed me as much as I had needed her. She had given me enough pleasure it was time to remind her why she had missed me so much.
 
“Okay darling, it’s my turn now,” I said.
 
She
 
I had been salivating over his magnificent turgid meat without any restraint or shame. I was a cheating wife seeking all the pleasures I had missed without a second thought of my husband or family. Only now, when this love tool was in front of my eyes did I truly realise how much I had missed it. I sucked it with so much of want that I showed him how much I had craved it. I used all the skills I had read, seen or heard off. He must also miss me as much as I had missed him. The first man I had really fallen for, who had evoked all my desires and to whom I had given my cherished chastity was all that a woman could ask for in a lover. A man with charm and good looks, an attractive muscular body and equipped with a superb love tool. This was what nature had given him and it was unfair to expect my husband to compete with this and safeguard my faithfulness. To boot he was a magnificent lover too. Just looking at his cock was enough to arouse me, make my pussy leak. I sucked this man meat, that had made my lust flame up within me, that had taken me to heights of sexual happiness I never had experienced before, with all the ardour that was engulfing me. Right in the open, where there was no one else I was giving my lover sexual pleasure in his car. I have never had sex in a car before. This confined space was no hinderance to joyous sex as I had thought it would be. But I got all these erotic experience through my secret lover. This was sexually thrilling. Vikram had not switched off the car engine and we hadn’t started sweating yet despite our sexual heat as the AC was on full. I remembered a comedy scene in a movie where they show the car rocking as the two people had sex inside. I had never once dreamed that it would happen to me one day. Vikram pushed the back rest of my seat to incline down as much as it could and made me lie down prone. Now he got on top of me and started kissing me again. After a long passionate kiss, he looked at my face and noticed something I thought he would have noticed before.
 
“Hey darling, we have kissed for so long yet your lipstick is not smudged at all, it was as if you had freshly applied it.”
 
“So only now you are noticing it is it?” I said teasingly. “Didn’t you notice when I …,” I trailed off.
 
“When you?” he prompted me as if he didn’t know what I meant.
 
“I meant earlier,” I said.
 
“No, you wanted to say something else .. what was it?” he said cheekily.
 
“Shut up Vikram, you know what I meant.”
 
“No, I don’t Bavani dear, you tell me.”
 
“You are incorrigible. Idiot .. you know when I had yours in my mouth.”
 
“My what?” He wouldn’t let me go. Truth was I too liked this erotic teasing.
 
“Hmm .. your cock .. okay, are you happy now you buffalo.”
 
He just grinned. “I noticed but I always thought your lips were naturally reddish. So, what’s the secret?”
 
“It’s smudge proof lipstick, you would have to apply another remover to remove it otherwise it could last almost sixteen hours.” I did not tell him that I bought it just this week, especially for today. I remembered how much I worried about my lipstick smudging because of Vikram at the time of the wedding. I would have to remove it when I got home otherwise I can’t explain to my husband why I had this shiny lip gloss on. I can’t tell him it was to kiss Vikram or to be erotic for Vikram when I sucked his cock.
 
“You did this just for us today?” He said as he kissed me again sloppily in gratitude.
 
His lips now moved down my neck kissing all the way till he reached my heaving breasts. My back arced instinctively. The natural reaction in wanting to be suckled. There was still traces of his own precum between my breasts and on my nipple but he didn’t pay mind to it as he rained soft kisses on my two mounds. My distended nipples ached to be soothed by his lips and tongue. But instead of sucking my nipple he was licking my skin there especially around my areola. His hand had reached my belly and was examining the depth of my belly button. His tongue teased my erect rubbery like nipple as his fingers drew soft circles around my belly button. I was literally aching for the moment his lips would grasp my nipple but he found pleasure in just prolonging my arousal. I could feel his fingers move down from belly going over the small mound of my pubis. His fingers ran through my trimmed pussy hair before reaching the slightly gaping pussy lips. Just when his fingers opened my treasure lips and entered in he also took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking.
 
“Ohhhh… yes my love … Vikram ohhh..,” I moaned loudly. There was no need here to stifle my moans of pleasure. On that night and even on the next day on top of the staircase the only sound that came out were stifled ‘mm’ ‘mm’ sounds as Vikram would lock lips with me to prevent me from crying out. But here and now I could give full vent to my emotions. There was no relatives or friends around who were going to be startled by my shrieks of bliss, only the birds in the trees would be witness to my sinful groans.
 
His fingers were expertly rubbing my sensitive pleasure spots in my most intimate hole. My moans were as if it was a result of him playing erotic music on my private organ. Every spot his fingers touched in my moist vagina brought new, new pleasures to me. Only Vikram could make my body shudder in pleasure like this with just his fingers. This was something my husband couldn’t do even when he had his manhood in me. If the birds on the tree above were to peek inside the car they would have been puzzled to see two naked humans lying on top of each other and making strange noises. Vikram now had slid in between my thighs. How Vikram who was tall and had a well-built body could get into such a small space inside the car was a wonder. Lust can make a man adjust to anything.
 
“It’s been so long since I drank from this Honeywell darling .. I’m not going to leave a single drop untasted,” He said with lust choking voice.
 
“How long I waited for this my sweet new love, I’m dripping just for you honey,” I thought to myself.
 
My body was tight with sexual tension as I anticipated his tongue slurping from my pussy. My husband too had done oral sex for me but I had never been this eager for his mouth to latch on to my pussy lips. He has a lot to learn from Vikram on how to tongue a woman’s cunt. I’m not blaming him it is just he is not sexually adept the way Vikram is even though he is older than my lover. The hidden pleasure spots in my treasure hole was known to Vikram in his fingertips .. quite literally. This was something my husband had never learnt in spite of being my lawful bed partner for over six years. Before his mouth reached my pleasure pit he started kissing his way up my thighs. His tongue was wetting my thighs whereas I wanted it on my pussy lips. My pussy lips were flaring and closing repeatedly waiting eagerly for his mouth.
 
“Ahh .. don’t make me wait, lick me you rascal.”
 
“You made me wait for more than two months now you can wait for a few minutes,” he said evilly, that lovable rogue.
 
“So, is this the time to take revenge my love .. please darling, I can’t stand it ,,, you know how I’m leaking for you.” I was shameless in my need.
 
Vikram took a deep breath from my pussy, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating smell of my arousal. “When your pussy smell makes me drunk with lust do you really need to ask me to partake in this arousing fluid darling,” he said huskily.
 
Vikram was so adroit at igniting my lust with just his words. I grabbed his head and pulled it towards my pussy. “Enough talk dear, now let your mouth do its magic.”  
 
He didn’t make me wait any longer. He started slurping on my labia as if he was drinking the sweetest of drinks. He was sucking so hard it was as if he wanted to suck me dry but his fingers were teasing all the places in my pussy walls so that he was getting an endless supply of my sticky secretion. This was what I had missed for so long, this bliss, this ecstasy. I pushed my hips up from the seat trying to get more of my cunt into his greedy mouth. There was no more decorum in me. I was just a housewife committing adultery and unashamedly behaving like a lust filled slut. I forgot about my husband, my son, my family, my upbringing .. everything. Like all sex crazed women only the now mattered, only wallowing in this euphoric sinful pleasure mattered. The regret, the guilt will come later. That too would slowly weaken as sexual hunger once again builds up till only the lover can satisfy that and the cycle continues. All this eventually comes to an end but no woman can truly know when. For now, I was a woman who needed sexual pleasure and Vikram was the lover who could give me what I wanted. My words were those of such a woman.
 
“Eat my pussy you bastard … lick me .. shhh … lick my cunt .. you want my married cunt don’t you .. lick me like a dog.. lick this bitch in heat ahh .. ahh.”
 
I felt my pussy muscles pull. I was getting close to my orgasm. He had brought me to the edge so quickly. My husband couldn’t do that even if he tongued me for half an hour .. I wouldn’t even have signs of reaching an orgasm. The only time he got me close was when I imagined it was not him but Vikram whose face was buried in my pussy. This was the joy that all women deserved, all women should demand. How did I resist this for so long?
 
“Vikram I’m going to come … fuck me … fuck me with your big cock.”
 
He was in no mood to listen to me. He continued to tongue my pussy with gusto. My body started stiffening. This is it .. any time now .. there .. there. “Aaarggh … Vikram … aahhh … my baby … aangg … my love.”
 
My body started spasming violently. I was getting such intense pleasure after a long time. My scream of pleasure could be heard beyond the car quite loudly. Luckily no one was here to witness my shameless sinful orgasmic shriek. Finally, as my trembling subsided I lifted his head, which I had been pressing on my cunt, and smiled at him gratefully.  
 
“Thank you baby, you showed me once again why I missed you so much,” I whispered lovingly to him.
 
He laughed at this. There was both joy and victory in his laugh. “You know your husband can’t do this for you yet you avoided me.”
 
What to do I thought to myself. He is my lawfully wedded husband I tried my best to at least be true to him after my one stumble. He didn’t expect any answer from me for his statement. He knew very well that my husband’s sexual skill pales in comparison to him. Otherwise why would I be lying naked in his car with my legs open for his pleasure …. and mine. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply tasting a little bit of myself on his lips. My hand went searching for his huge rod. I found it and pulled it and placed it right at the entrance of my vagina. All my efforts to be loyal to my husband had been in vain. I was ready to cheat my husband once more. I was giving my body to my lover again so that we once again indulge in our lustful coupling. I want him he wants me, nothing else matters.
 
“Now fuck me my love, make me yours again … I want your cock deep inside my pussy darling,” I was once again the slut who craved for adulterous love.
 
When a frustrated wife dares to cheat on her husband than there can be no greater whore than her. I was an example of that. There was no guilt, regret or hesitation at this moment, all that mattered was that his thick love pole, invade my moist sheath. As that hard flesh entered me once again after more than two months my sticky pussy walls warmly embraced it tightly. I was once again experiencing the pleasure that I had denied myself these two months, even though my husband had tried his best to meet my need. As every inch of that virile meat entered inside I felt waves of pleasure sweeping through my body. I hugged him to myself. I kissed him passionately, the kiss urging him to plough my fertile chamber with all his vigour. Now without any restraint we moaned, groaned and cooed to each other as we fucked. Our sounds of pleasure filled the confined space of the car quite loudly. These moans added to the eroticism and arousal. Our bodies thudded against each other not having to worry that the sound would carry to others ears. We could give vent to our full feelings. He was humping me with such energy and speed that anyone seeing from outside would know what was happening inside by how the car was shaking.
 
“Bang me hard honey .. plunge your hot cock deep inside baby .. aaahhhh…”
 
“Humph … your cunt is so tight … it’s like fucking a virgin … doesn’t you husband ever fuck you.”
 
“ang.. ang … ang … he does but for your huge prick any woman’s cunt would be like a virgins.”
 
I was kissing him on his neck .. my nails were drawing haphazard lines on his back. My large breasts were mashed out of shape on his hard chest. There was a squishy wet sound as his cock pumped again and again into my grasping wet walls. Even with the AC on to the maximum inside the car we were sweating now.
 
“This is the best pussy I’ve fucked baby,” He growled in passion.
 
I was so happy to hear this. He must have had many women before yet none of them meant much to him but I did. I on the other hand had not much of an experience. The only two men I could compare was my husband and my lover. This much I could tell, even if I were to sleep with several other men I don’t believe anyone would be a match to Vikram. We kissed and caressed and continued to mate with full passion. Pleasure continued to wash our bodies in waves. I came a couple of times … mini orgasms but emotions were building within us towards a crescendo. Finally, after over twenty minutes of our bodies engaging in erotic duet we reached the euphoric peak that we both sought. As our bodies shuddered in unison as we were engulfed in ecstasy .. yes, that bliss .. bliss that I missed for so long. I bit his neck, my long fingernails dug deep into his back. As my convulsing pussy muscles milked his cock I could feel his hot semen spurt into my cunt. Both of us moaned together loudly in rapturous delight. Our spasms lasted more than a minute. This was the type of intense pleasure that only Vikram could give me not my husband.  He lay on top of me .. spent .. as I too was gulping in air after the passionate exertion.
 
That evening as I was feeding dinner to my son I was pondering on the events of the day. I had mated with Vikram twice that day. It was as pleasurable as l had imagined and knew it would be. After the joys I enjoyed that day my body was very relaxed but my mind was not. Can I now behave with my husband as if nothing had happened at all? It had taken so long before to get to some level of normalcy with my husband but now I had cheated him all over again. My body which should have been only for his pleasure had pleasured Vikram twice today. On top of it I was going to meet Vikram again tomorrow. I waited for my husband to return home.
 
Husband
 
I came home today with a very good mood for sex. The reason for this was because of the visit of our clients Marketing Head and Assistant Marketing Head. They were important clients and this type of visits were not uncommon. Usually they would meet with our Management and Business Development Team. My interaction with them would be limited to unpaid fees or payment period that could be allowed. The assistant marketing head from our client was a new recruitment who I had not met before. She was a very attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She was very attractively dressed in a somewhat revealing saree that did little to hide her curves. I could understand why the clients had hired her. Which man could say no to her when she comes up with a business proposal to her company’s potential clients? They sent her to meet me and cajole me to give their company more time to make payments to us which was already overdue. She used all her womanly suggestive wiles to make me agree to the payment terms they were proposing. I had to firmly decline it and had to insist on quicker payments. But I had to admit that she was able to arouse me. However, I would only seek sexual fulfilment through my wife. She may have ignited my mood but I only needed my wife for my needs. I can’t even imagine another woman while having sex with my wife. It’s just not in my makeup.
 
I went back home that day in a happy mood. I had a beautiful wife at home to meet all my needs. I had to admit, though the new assistant marketing head of our client was very attractive she was still not a match for the charm and beauty of my wife. My wife had never said no to me when I wanted to have sex in recent times so I was sure I was going to have a pleasurable night. When I came home Bavani was watching TV. She had already fed dinner to my son. I quickly had my bath and came to the dining table to have my dinner.
 
“Have you had your dinner Bavani, if not come we’ll have dinner together.”
 
“No, I ate while feeding Avinash, you go ahead.”
 
“Okay then, tell me how was your day today?”
 
She seemed to be taken aback by my simple question. “What did you ask? Today? Just as usual, why do you ask?”
 
“Why are you getting flustered, it was just a simple query.”
 
“This is not usual. You normally would be telling about what happened in the office. You had never asked about my day .. that’s why I was surprised.”
 
What she said was true. I would always be only talking about myself. What happened with me, what I did etc but I never would bother to ask about her day. I shouldn’t be like this anymore. I must show care for her too. Anyway, how can I tell her that I got aroused by a woman who visited our office.
 
“Sorry Bavani, I had never asked about your day, your problems and your likings or needs. I won’t be like that anymore,” I sincerely apologised for my behaviour.
 
She looked at my face in a strange way after hearing me say this then noticing that I was looking at her she concentrated on serving dinner to me. Me showing concern for her must have been a new experience for her and she must have not known how to react for this.
 
“Put Avinash to bed quickly today and let get to bed early.” This was my signal to her that I wanted to have sex and she understood that.
 
“Dear, you came back late from work today, are you tired?”
 
“No, I’m okay .. why are you tired?”
 
“Yes, I had to go out and buy household items and not only that I had quite a bit of chores to do tonight and yes I’m quite tired.”
 
She had never denied me in recent times but she is saying no for the first time. She really must be exhausted. She does look tired too but I’m having such a mood for sex today.
 
“Please dear, I’m really in the mood today, please.” I usually don’t insist like this. I don’t believe in forcing my wife to do something so it would have been strange for her to see me beg like this. She thought for a while and then said ‘hmm’ without raising her head.
 
That night in the dull light of the nightlamp were embracing each other on the bed. We were completely shorn of our clothes and naked bodies were pressing delightfully against each other. I kissed her passionately but softly. My kisses had never been rough. As I sucked on her upper and lower lips alternately she had her eyes closed as she enjoyed my kisses. I kneaded her breast as I kissed her. I then took her nipple into my mouth and started sucking it, Bavani said ‘sss’ as she pushed my head away and rubbed her nipple soothingly.
 
“Why dear did I suck too hard?” I asked her but I didn’t think I did so. Why was she so sensitive there? Maybe because we had been having sex frequently recently she may have got a bit of raw feeling there. I started sucking again but this time very gently and she didn’t stop me this time. I slowly started fingering her pussy as I sucked on her nipple and she caught my hand to prevent it from moving. She was sensitive there too? There too I fingered her very gently. I went down to her pussy to lick it. She stopped me from doing it.
 

“No dear, I’m ready already, put your penis in and do it.”
 
I didn’t listen to her and I started licking her vagina. What she said was true. She was ready because she was very wet there. My wife’s honey pot had a strong smell of sex. She really was aroused too. She acted like she was not in the mood for sex yet she was so aroused.
 
“Your pussy’s scent is going straight to my brain honey, You, really are ready but suck my cock first.” I too had become open in talking about sex recently.
I kneeled in front of her face and she stroked my cock for a few seconds before she took it into her mouth. She sucked deep, she sucked fast, she sucked to give me maximum pleasure. I could not last more than a minute by her very passionate blowjob. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and kneeled in between her open thighs. She was so wet that my cock slid in very easily.
 
“Humph .. humph ..,” I growled as I fucked her fast. Bavani’s legs pressed down on my thighs as her fingers caressed my back.
 
“Ang .. ang .. like that .. do it fast dear,” Bavani moaned in pleasure.
 
My hips moved as fast as it could and because of the mood I was in I came within three minutes. Bavani too hugged me hard at the same as she moaned loudly. After we have washed and cleaned our privates I went to sleep with deep satisfaction. After a very refreshing sleep I woke up full of energy. The next day I kissed my wife deeply on her lips before I left for work. My loving wife walked with me up to the front door and waved bye to me. I must make sure to ask about her day when I got back. I shouldn’t be the neglectful or uncaring husband anymore.

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For the next episode, make the husband come home early to surprise Bhavani and let him find out about his wife's love affair . Don't make him a cuckold or forgiving husband, that will go against the character of the husband. I don't think there can be a happy ending for the husband.

If I do that the story would come to a conclusion too quickly. So wait and see.

Sexy update

Thanks

Super bro

Thanks

awesome update..shouldnt she be refusing sex with her husband after such an intense sex session with her lover?

She should but didn't want to refuse for fear of raising her husband's suspicion.

Splendid writing

Thanks

Simply awesome.....
Great writing skills....
Sensational update.....

Thank you very much.

great update...Bhavani's inner feelings n conflicts are all very well written...

Thank you. She would always suffer the conflicting emotions

Story is excellent.. writting skills are also amazing.. however so much gap in providing the updates kills the excitement and interest..

Sorry, I can only write when I get the time. Sometimes I get more time so updates come faster sometimes when time doesn't permit updates become slower. Also now I'm trying to give bigger updates.

Just completed the update and posting it now.

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Chapter 15 – The lovers tryst continues

 
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We had very pleasurable sex twice. That wasn’t enough to make up for lost time but that was all the time we had for that day. She had to be back home before her son returned from college. Knowing that time was going to be a limitation I had the foresight to take leave for two days. That would give me two days of unmitigated joy in enjoying the voluptuous housewife. Having sex in the car was a new experience for her. Trying something new would always give its own thrill. For me though this was not something I had not done before. My first lover and sex guru, Sandhya was the first person who introduced me to this experience. Though it was very enjoyable having sex in the car doing so in the confines of that limited space was a bit uncomfortable. That was why I was thinking of buying a very thick blanket. We can then have sex in the open in that natural setting below the tree. I had asked her to come to my room in the hotel where I was staying but she refused for fear of someone she or her husband knew spotting her there. Having sex in the comfort of the room would have enabled us to enjoy the fucking fully but open-air sex had its own thrill. After the first round we spent the time talking about the time we had been separate. Our struggles, our frustrations and our thoughts. We would talk, then embrace and kiss, caress each other and then talk again.
 
“Bavani, I know you enjoyed our mating a lot,” I said as I slowly tasted her luscious red lips,” that was what I wanted.”
 
“How do you know for sure Vikram,” She teased me,” I could have just been pretending.”
 
“Heh .. heh … well the way you screamed the birds on the tree took flight in fear.” I could see her blush when I said this.
 
She punched my chest with the bottom of her fists and bit me on my chest. “idiot .. idiot, is that how you say openly like that .. chchee.”
 
I lifted her head and kissed her with love. “No darling, I was just teasing. I like it very much when you moaned loudly showing how much you were enjoying what we were doing, it aroused me too very much. You never did this at the wedding.”
 
“How could I have done it there in that situation. You wouldn’t know how much I struggled to control myself.”
 
I took her hand and placed it on my now flaccid cock. She immediately started playing with it. I enjoyed seeing her long slender fingers caressing my manhood. “Thanks darling, you did all this for me didn’t you? Because you know what I liked?”
 
She looked at me puzzled. “What? I don’t get you.”
 
“I meant growing your nails long and manicuring it like this. Nice choice of nail polish too … so sexy, made to pleasure a man.”
 
“I didn’t do it for you, it so happened like that.” Both of us knew that it was not the truth. “Still, why do you have such a fetish?” She asked.
 
I told her about Sandhya, how I was seduced and how our sexual relationship was. I could see signs of jealousy on Bavani face even though she knew that relationship had long gone.
 
“Why darling, are you jealous? Sandhya is a chapter of my life that is over. It was at a time I was an inexperienced innocent young man. You dear are the new beginning in my life.”
 
I could see her face relax in happiness when she heard me say this. “Did you learn everything from Sandhya?”
 
“Yes, they say a person would never forget their first sexual experience but for me having sex with you made me forget even that. You are my sex queen.”
 
“I wish I was your first and you were my first,” She said.
 
“Why darling?”
 
“We should have discovered all these joys together.”
 
“I would have like that too Bavani darling. I would have loved to give you my virginity and also take your virginity.”
 
Bavani’s face bloomed in happiness and she hugged me tightly and started kissing me passionately. My cock slowly came to life in her fingers. As I too started to finger her snatch she opened her legs a bit wider to make it easier for me.
 
“When you refused to answer me I got so scared,” I whispered between kisses. “I thought I had lost my beautiful love .. she had gone from me forever .. that I will never again experience the irreplaceable joy from my angel. 
 
As my fingers rubbed her pleasure bud she moaned as she spoke. “aahh … aahhh .. only I know the struggle I went through to avoid you Vikram … ooohhh.”
 
“ Now you’re with me that’s enough. For the bliss I enjoy when we fuck I would even quit my job just to be with you.” I took my fingers which were coated with her sticky love fluid and sucked it with relish.
 
Her lust was again back to a peak. “You wouldn’t know how many times you made me see heaven, if not for my husband, my child, my family’s good name I would run away with you Vikram. I need you so much.”
 
I sucked on her succulent tits for a very long time driving her crazy with lust. I sucked so long that her nipples now looked raw and red. She pushed me away and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking it with zest. She didn’t bother that some of her own release along with mine was still sticking on my shaft. Seeing her full ripe lips grasping and sliding down my thick stem made the bliss double. Those are the lips that her husband would have to kiss. This thought would come whenever any of my lovers sucked my cock. I took pleasure in imagining them kissing their husbands with those same lips but when Mohan’s face came to mind, with his anger and jealousy for me evident on his face this felt even more pleasurable. I also noticed a clear difference when she sucked now and from the time she did it at the wedding. She had become so much better at it.
 
“Suck my cock baby .. yes, that’s it .. take it in fully darling .. hmmm..”
 
She took my cock right in till my head hit the back of her throat. She sucked me without gaging. There was something special in how, a wife who was breaking her marriage vows for the first time, sucked. She was more my secret wife than Mohan’s legal wife now. “Come Bavani, I want your tight cunt now,” I said as I got out of the car and walked to the back door on Bavan’s side of the car.
 
“Come darling, get out and come to the back seat here,” I said as I opened the back door.
 
When she came out fully naked she only had her high heeled sandals on. That very fair skinned voluptuous body with the contrasting dark pubic patch of hair was a sight to behold. This was woman made with a man’s pleasure in mind. She felt a little self-conscious. She had never been naked like this out in the open.  “Go on to your hands and knees dear,” I told her.
 
Bavani now got on to the back seat on all fours with only her curvaceous bottom flaring from the narrow waist was slightly sticking out from the back door. Her labia were pressed together to form a long thin slit. A slit that glistened as it was wet with sticky fluid. Since the labia lips were pressed together they appeared to be swollen though in reality they were not. She was ready to be fucked in doggy style. First I slapped her bottom. That spot immediately turned red. I then kissed that spot before gently biting her there. I saw her puckered anus. It was very inviting to me. I tongued her anus making her squirm. I then moved to her labia and wet it with my tongue. I pushed my tongue into her slit and I felt my tongue being gripped tightly because her pussy lips were pressed together. If this could happen to my tongue then how much more tightly her pussy would grip my fat cock. I rubbed my cockhead on the slit a few times before I pushed it into her hole. Her pussy lips separated allowing my rod to slide inside. “aahh” Bavani moaned as more than half my shaft slid inside her moist opening.
 
As I fully pushed inside she moaned,” Oh god .. it’s pushing into my stomach sss..” Her shapely buttocks were so sexy to look from behind.
 
“Look Mohan saar, look at how your wife is getting fucked. If you see this you would want to fuck her like this too.” There was no response from Bavani except for soft moaning as my rod slid in and out of her cunt.
 
As I started banging her harder her pussy lips which were tightly gripping my hard flesh were being pulled out and pushed in as per my shaft moving in and out. “awwww … sssss….. ahhh… ,” her moans were getting louder and louder showing now much of a bliss she was in.
 
“You look after your office work Mohan saar, I’ll look after your wife. See how she’s moaning she wouldn’t have done this with you so you look the other way and let her enjoy with me.”
 
Holding her hips I pulled her in as I pushed in my cock as deep inside as possible. “Do you like this Bavani .. do you like my fuck?”
 
“Ahh yesss … your fucking super … my cunt is getting torn darling … I love it.”
 
“Say you want my big cock .. say it.”
 
“ang .. ang … yes ..yes .. I want it aahhh … I want your big cock .. I need your cock.”
 
“Then why did you avoid me for your husband’s small prick.”
 
“No, I won’t do that anymore. Ah .. ah .. ah .. my husband’s cock is not enough. I’ll give you my pussy whenever you want my darling rascal.”
 
“You’ve to make your husband lick your pussy today after I’ve fucked you.”
 
“Please no .. pity him baby.”
 
“That’s the right punishment for a husband who cannot satisfy his wife .. lick his wife’s pussy after her lover fucks her.”
 
I said humiliating things about her husband because I knew that in her lust fuelled heated sexual state she was in no condition to get upset or object. “After you send your husband off come again tomorrow to get your pussy poked by my rod.”
 
“Yes dear .. ah .. ah .. ah.. I’ll come .. I’ll come to get fucked.”
 
The second time I took longer than the first time. Bavani shuddered in orgasm at least two times but I was yet to finish. I shot my load into her spasming pussy flesh only when she was about to swoon without being able to take it anymore. After relaxing for a while, we dressed up and left the place. I dropped her off at a place where she could get an auto to return home. It was after that that I bought the thick blanket I wanted to. We are going to meet again tomorrow. Will she make her husband lick her cunt? I hoped so.
 
She
 
Both my husband and my son have left the house for work and college respectively. All that was left for me was to go and meet my lover again. My husband went to work with a bright smile on his face. He kissed me on the cheek before he left for work. He was very satisfied with the sex we had last night but that cannot be said for me. I was feeling too uncomfortable as well as guilty in having sex with him so soon after I had fornicated with Vikram. That was why I tried to avoid it but contrary to the usual my husband insisted that he wanted to make love to me and I could not avoid it for fear of raising his suspicion. There were other reasons too I wanted to avoid it. After having tremendously pleasurable sex with Vikram then having not satisfactory sex with my husband would further show the contrast between my lover and my husband. I didn’t want to even inadvertently make the comparison between the two men in my life. After Vikram’s cock had been in my pussy for so long I had continued to ooze in my pussy. If fact I had placed some tissues in my vagina to stem it and had only taken it out and flushed it a little before my husband came back. Even though I had washed my vagina I feared there would be remnants of Vikram’s virile discharge as well as smell of his manhood. I didn’t want my husband to do any oral sex with me, even though that was what my lover wanted. I was not that cruel. But finally, Vikram’s wish had prevailed, even though I tried to stop him my husband insisted to lick my pussy. He mistook my extra wetness and the smell from my vagina to be because of my arousal to have sex with him. Worse still he licked with relish and for longer than usual. But I was not going to tell Vikram my husband had oral sex with me. I didn’t want to demean him in that way. I was already feeling guilty as it is. Though I must also admit that there was a certain ‘kick’ in having my unsuspecting husband lick my cunt which had fucked by my lover only a few hours before. This was the contradiction I couldn’t understand. If I could feel this way how much more of a ‘kick’ it would be for Vikram if he knew it. When I thought of this an involuntary smile appeared on my lips before I cursed myself ‘idiot how can you smile when you think of how your lover would think disparagingly of your husband I scolded myself. For whatever reason that god my husband finished much quicker than usual. I don’t know how long I could have carried on the pretence that I was enjoying the sex.
 
Now when I thought that I would soon be with my lover my heart was filled with joy and my body with yearning, something I didn’t get last night with my husband. The love making sessions were so long with Vikram, not just the foreplay which took as long as half an hour or more but the actual act of fornication. Usually if this lasted too long there would come a point where the woman stops enjoying it and it would start getting uncomfortable for her. Sometimes all she would get is a splitting headache at the end. But Vikram was such an adept lover that he could sustain my arousal and lust even after I achieve an orgasm. He would stop his pumping in between to engage in caressing and kissing that rekindles any dousing fire within. I actually lost count the number of times I reached the peak of pleasure yesterday. Another thing was he shot so much of his life fluid inside my vagina. The volume was so high and I was in my fertile period. If I was not on the pill Vikram’s child would probably have started its journey in my womb. I am already betraying my husband but I don’t want my betrayal to go to this level. I had been pleasing my husband so much in bed lately that he has now been asking me to stop taking the pills so that we can try for the next child. I had refused saying we should wait for some time more. At this time if I stopped taking the pill now there was no guarantee that the child in my womb is that of my husband. I didn’t want my son to have a half brother or sister. Vikram of course would want that. When he sees my belly swollen with child and he knows that it is his then of course his manhood would have triumphed completely over my husband.
 
Vikram had asked me to come in a saree today and he specified that it should be with a sleeveless blouse and as low a neckline as possible. I only had two such blouses that were stitched some time ago. I use it rarely and that too only when I was going out with my husband but now for the first time I was going to use it for the pleasure of my lover. I chose the one that had the more plunging neckline and tried it on. It was a tight fit but still a fit. I then choose the most sheer saree I had which still showed my belly a bit in the sunlight. I took my time to apply my make up. Vikram should be stunned when he saw me. I only hoped no one sees me going out all dolled up sexily like this. Surely seeing me like this they would suspect something wrong was going on. Luckily the time I leave the house and the time I come back home is when there is hardly anyone out and about. I booked a cab that picked me up at my house. I saw the drivers eyes open wide when he saw me. Now after a little more than an hour later Vikram’s car had reached the outskirts of the city once more. He was driving but my head was moving up and down over his lap. Yesterday I had only been stroking his cock as we drove out of the city but today we had gone a step more. After getting out of the city I moved on from just stroking him to sucking his cock. Actually, he had to insist I do that because I was reluctant as I was afraid anyone from a vehicle behind or who were crossing us from the opposite lane would be able to notice what was happening in the car. But Vikram wanted to see my glossy painted red lips gripping his hard tool as I sucked him. Well, I had dolled up sexily just for him anyway so why not let him enjoy all of that. Whenever he saw a car coming fast behind us he would ask me to sit up and let the car overtake us. Similarly, when a car, bus or lorry was approaching on the opposite lane he would warn me and I would sit up while he pulled his t-shirt over his lap to cover his erect penis.  He enjoyed the pleasure from my mouth while the feel of his hot, hard flesh in my mouth made me hot too. I wanted that hot cock inside my wet snatch again. It was only with Vikram that I think of our private parts and our indulgence in these vulgar terms like cock, cunt, fucking etc I don’t think of sex in these terms when I’m with my husband.
 
I expected that he would find it difficult to control himself and drive properly when I continue to give him a blowjob but he enjoyed my sucking but at the same time he was in control of himself. It seems like Vikram’s man meat was in my mouth longer in these two days than my husband’s penis was in my month for the whole month. Well, this was my sweet cock, the cock that keeps showing me paradise so it was no surprise that I sucked it with greater desire in wanting to pleasure it. We now had again entered the same property we did yesterday but this time Vikram drove in further and we were parked below three big trees growing together and offering shade as well as some bushes covering the car from outside view. This time there was no chance of anyone seeing us from any side of the fenced property. Today I was less apprehensive than yesterday because I knew this place was safe. It was only after we had parked that I took my mouth off Vikram’s cock. It was ramrod straight because of my continuous pleasuring of it. Vikram’s love rod was of a slightly darker brown shade but his exposed bud was deep red .. almost purplish because of my sucking. I looked at the hardon with desire in my eyes. The sight of it now in this erect state would induce lust in any woman. I expected that we would be having sex in the car like yesterday but Vikram got out and took out a heavy thick blanket and spread it out on the grass.
 
“Come darling, we’ll do it here,” He said as he got completely naked.
 
“Vikram, let’s do it in the car, we can get completely naked like yesterday but if we are inside the car we can drive off quickly if we suddenly get surprised by anyone coming here. We can get dressed later when we are in a safe private place. That would be safer.”
 
“Don’t worry Bavani, as I told you we are totally safe here, no one will come,” as he said this he came to my side of the car and led me out of the car by my hands.
 
I hesitantly stepped out looking all around. This was the first time I would be naked in an open public place. I not only felt a little fearful I felt a whole lot shy. Now was the time for him to fully admire how I had dressed up for him. In my sleeveless blouse, my upper arm from shoulder downwards which has not been exposed to sunlight was very smooth and the skin tone very fair. In the light of the bright day he could see the v of my tied saree exposing my belly and the cute belly button through the sheer thin fabric of my saree. I stood there feeling shy but with a slight smile on my face as his eyes roamed on my sexy figure.
 
“Wow, baby you look good enough to eat. Give me a small catwalk darling,” He said.
 
Is this the place for a catwalk? But I did as he asked. I did it because he was my man and I wanted to please him. I walked a few steps up and down, legs crossing as I walked while exaggerating the sway of my hips. I tried to imitate as much as how I’ve seen the models do. Vikram must have been very happy because I heard him wolf whistle. My smile became broader when I heard this. He was standing completely naked with his cock jetting out in front of him. He was in the least self-conscious in standing naked like this in front of a fully clothed woman. But he was to soon rectify this.
 
“Do a striptease for me baby,” he said.
 
How could I deny anything to my handsome lover? First I undid the top two hooks of my blouse but I immediately covered it with my saree. I gave the end of my saree to him.  “Now become Dushasana my love,” I said. He laughed as he pulled on my saree and I didn’t resist like Draupadi. I twirled on the spot raising and pinning my two hands together and let him pull off the saree into his hands. Now I was only in my blouse and petticoat. I again walked to him, hips swaying, and stood in front of him. I took his hand and placed it on the side string of my petticoat. One pull with his fingers and the knot was undone. My petticoat fell around my ankles. I stepped out of it and stepped back away about three steps. I striped off my blouse and three it at his face. He adroitly caught it and rubbed it on his face.
 
“Take off your bra Bavani,” my young lover said as his eyes ogled the overflowing mounds of flesh that threatened to break free from the lacy bra cups that were valiantly trying to contain them.
 
I walked up to him, turned my back to him as I pulled my hair to the front. “You open it,” I said in reply. He caressed the smooth flesh of my as he gently planted a few kisses there. He unhooked my bra with ease. No struggle of the first timer for him. He had done this for a number of women and from what I can gather, all wives of other men like I was. I held the cups in the palm of my hands from preventing it from falling on the ground. I turned around and placed the inside of my two bra cups over his eyes. He took it to his nose and smelled the heat of my body deeply. He couldn’t control his lust and started stroking his cock. I tapped his hand away from his cock.
 
“Don’t touch it. That belongs to me .. only I can touch it,” I admonished him.
 
I pulled my bra from his face and placed it over his erect cock flesh. My bra was now dangling on that jutting hard rod. I pulled down my panties a little till the beginnings of my pubic hair could be seen. It caused his cock to jerk, the jerking caused the bra to fall to the ground.
 
I smiled on seeing this and huskily told him,” You take it off for me Vikram dear.”
 
He placed his hands on the sides of my hips hooking his fingers into the band of my panties. He kissed my belly flesh making me shiver as he pulled down my panties. Once it was past my knees it also fell down around my ankles. My triangle trimmed black thatch was a sharp contrast to my very fair unexposed skin.
 
“Do you like it this way or shaven clean,” I asked him.
 
“Fully bald pussies are not natural, I like it this way,” he said. His voice sounded hoarse.
 
His eyes, red with lust was greedily feasting on my body. I stood naked in front of my lover once again. This time in broad daylight in an open place. My lips still quivering from having pleasured his love tool for so long. What he saw must have pushed his desire to beyond control as his hand started stroking his cock again. All that was on my body were my earrings, nose stud, my gold chain mangalsutra, my gold bangles on my hands, silver anklets and silver toe rings. A small sticker bindi on my forehead and Kumkum on the beginning of the parting of my hair up on the forehead. This was how he wanted me to look for him.   
 
I kissed him on his lips and told him softly,” I’m all yours now, what are you waiting for? Take me my lovable rogue.”
 
He pulled me to him hard as our bodies clashed in sexual violence. As we stood on the blanket our lips were grinding on each other with uncontrolled passion. We kissed voraciously. Our hands explored each-others bodies and private pleasure parts as we continued to kiss in ravenous lust. As we continued to kiss for many long minutes like this we slowly slid down till we were lying on the blanket but our locked lips were yet to part. I could not recall if ever my lips had been intimately pressed like this against my husband’s lips for so long. Vikram got up from my body and went on his knees in front of my body. He took one of my foot to his face and pulled off the sandal I still had on. He kissed my sole before slowly moving to my toes as he gently sucked them one by one. I shrugged off the sandal from my other foot and I rubbed the balls of my foot on the underside of his cock. I pushed his cock till his shaft was pressed against stomach. I masturbated his cock with my toes. After a while he pushed my thighs apart and got in between them. He started rubbing his cockhead on the opening of my slit.
 
“SSSSs… Vikram .. push it in .. fuck me…”
 
He took my hand and placed it on cock. I tried to put it in my love entrance and push it in.
 
“No baby, rub my cock on your clit … masturbate yourself with my cock.”
 
As I did as he said my sexual heat kept building up and my mood to be fucked beyond patience. “Enough darling … put in in … I want you .. I want you now.”
 
But still he tortured me,” patience dear, I want your clit to swell out of its hood.”
 
As I continued to rub his cockhead on my clit for another five minutes or so I couldn’t take it anymore. “Put it in and fuck me you bastard if not I’ll turn you over and get upon you and fuck you.”
 
“Why Bavani, you like my cock so much?” He teased me with a naughty smile on his lips.
 
“Yes, my fucker .. I love it so much. I’ve become crazy over it,” I admitted my total surrender to his manhood.
 
“Did your husband have sex with you last night?”
 
Should I answer or not? “Yes, he did.”
 
“Then why do you need my cock so quickly?”
 
He really wanted to humiliate my husband. He wanted me to have some disdain for my husband. Only then I won’t refuse anything he wants. I can see what he was trying to do but in my sexually hard-up state I couldn’t resist.
 
“Don’t aggravate me you idiot … I just want your cock.”
 
“Let that be aside .. did your husband lick your cunt,” He asked as he pushed in an inch or so as an incentive to make me not refuse to answer?
 
“Why that now … just fuck me,” I replied with a bit of pleading in my voice.
 
He now pushed two inches inside and then quickly pulled out again. “No, tell me first, did he lick your cunt?”
 
Two inches was not enough I wanted the whole piece of love meat inside. “Hey donkey … push it in.”
 
He now pushed in about three inches and held it there without pumping. Even that three inches of thickness felt so good. “Do you want this whole thing in you?” he teased me without mercy.
 
“Yes … yes.”
 
“Then tell me … did he lick?”
 
I couldn’t save what ever little honour my husband had anymore. “ Yes, he licked .. now fuck me rascal.”
 
He now pushed the whole hard cock inside of me .. “aarrghh..” I shrieked in delight. Both our bodies started the illicit dance of lust once more. Now our moans dissipated in the open air. The birds perching on the trees were the only witness to this adulterous coupling. They must be wondering why these two creatures with their bodies writhing together were making these strange noises. My lover enjoyed my body with full ardour. Every time he plunged in his manhood reached the very depth of my vulva, pressing against my cervix. Every time the hairs around our private parts would mingle at that time. There was no AC this time but thank god there was a fairly stiff breeze because we were sweating profusely. My legs pinned together on his as each time I lifted my hips to give my prized possession for his manhood to invade. He was pumping hard I was getting there with a huge build-up of pleasure as I could only with Vikram. My body bent like a bow as I started spasming, my lust was bathing his cock but he still ploughed on, churning my increased wetness. He slowed down his strokes but continued without stopping. He kissed me, sucked my boobs caressed my body till I felt desire stirring rapidly in me again. Soon we were fornicating as if we had just started. I was so wet now that his cock churning my pussy caused a bit of foam to appear there. I could feel his movements getting frantic, he was also reaching the peak and so was I again. This time when my body bent like a bow I felt hot liquid shoot inside of me joining my own second release. I gripped his buttocks hard holding him in as he spewed his pleasure inside of me. After a while we lay there exhausted but happy. A man and a woman lying in the open, satisfied but still not sated.
 
He
 
I got off Bavani’s body and lay beside her on the blanket.  We were both breathing heavily after our strenuous coupling. We lay there with the shadows of the branches of the trees above falling on our bodies. The heaving of her heavy but shapely breasts was enjoyable to watch. The nipples were still pointed and swollen and was like cherries that made you want to taste them. Those nipples had fed a child already and hopefully it will do so again soon.
 
“That was a fantastic fuck darling .. your pussy just sucked out the life in me.”
 
She still breathed heavily as she spoke. “I enjoyed it a lot too.”
 
I looked at her rounded mount of venus. How well it had borne the assault by my hips. My white liquid was slowly seeping out from her slit. I had filled Mohan’s wife’s pussy with my seed once again. He would have got the remnants of its taste when he ate her cunt last night. I hoped he would lick her again tonight. Let him taste the man juice that gave his wife so much pleasure. I looked at her body. The fair skinned body was now red tinged from the physical activity and sexual heat but I could still see the blue veins running through her body. The sweat on her body was slowly getting dry by the breeze blowing as was the wetness of my saliva on her nipples. Her belly was slightly fleshy but that added to her sexiness. There were some stretch marks that could be seen on the lower part of her rounded belly. That was to be expected, after all she was a mother of a child. If I had my way there would be new stretch marks on her belly because of my sperm. That thought made my cock stir again. What else could make a man feel prouder with arrogance. Knowing that another man’s wife was carrying his child and soon the unsuspecting fool of a husband would be lovingly cooing to it thinking it was his own. Even after so many years of married life and having given birth to a child Bavani’s sex hole was still so tight. How hard it had gripped my pole. Every time I pull it half way out before shoving it back in, her pussy would grasp it dearly as if reluctant to let go of it. 
 
I again voiced out my wonder. “How is it that your pussy is still like that of a virgin girls pussy. I don’t think your husband has used it properly.”
 
“When you have a dong like a mule’s that every woman’s pussy will be like a virgin’s pussy for you,” Bavani laughed looking at me fondly.
 
I got up, went to the car and came back with our mobile phones as well as a box of tissue. The time was 12.10 now. We had been fucking for around forty-five minutes but I hoped we would still have time for a couple of bouts of sex more. I pulled out some tissues and cleaned my cock before handing over the tissue box to her. She too took out some tissues and wiped her snatch clean. When she was doing this, it reminded me of what I had asked her to do yesterday.
 
“Bavani, did you do as I said yesterday?”
 
“What?” she asked me while still cleaning her pussy with a fresh bunch of tissues.
 
“I told you cleaning like this was enough and not to wash it. I wanted you to make your husband lick your cunt after that.”
 
“Chchee you’re terrible. Just because he cannot fully satisfy me is it right that I humiliate him like this?
 
“Tell me the truth Bavani, don’t you find it sexually arousing and exciting to cheat your husband and have sex with me?”
 
I saw her face turn red, that would mean what I said was true. This adulterous sex gave her increased excitement and pleasure. But even after engaging in this sinful illicit sex several times she could still blush. That was beautiful to see.
 
“Having sex like this behind his back was extra pleasurable but I cannot humiliate him just because of that .. please understand darling.”
 
Even though she was cheating her husband and was lying naked like this in the open air with her lover she still had love for her husband. This was why having sex with Bavani was more pleasurable to me than with any other of my lovers. Having love for her husband she still could not control her desires for me and she loses all her controls and restraints to enjoy pleasure with me but would still go back to her husband  .. but with a feeling of guilt. This was the more meaningful victory of my manhood over that of her husband’s. The next thing would be to invade what was private to her husband and fuck Bavani in her bedroom, on her marital bed, the bed where her husband exercises his conjugal rights. I was going to exercise my illicit conjugal victory on that very bed. We engaged in post coital caresses and kisses while still lazing on the blanket. I could never have enough of her sweet lips. While engaged in the act of fornication lust would be the primary emotion that engulfs us but the kisses right now, creates a closeness that would border on love for a woman like Bavani who was married to another man. Lust alone could not sustain a relationship, even an adulterous relationship like ours. Over time the thrill and the desire would diminish in a relationship that goes nowhere. However, if Bavani develops a fondness (I won’t call it love) for me we would probably continue this deliciously sinful affair for a few years. By that time, I would have enjoyed all that I wanted with this beautiful housewife and hopefully leave my child in her womb as a remembrance of it.
 
As if vouching for my own thoughts she said,” When I’m with you like this, in your arms I forget everything. I forget I’m a married woman, I forget I have a loving husband .. have a child that I love very much .. everything. I just want to be with you always .. want to belong to you alone.”
 
I kissed her on her forehead after she said this. This moment required a kiss there, not on her lips.
 
“But when I get back home reality hits me. What we have here is a blissful fantasy, a temporary suspension from the mundane life that I have. When I’m at home I’m reminded of my duties, my responsibilities … my family.”
 
“I feel the same Bavani, I want to keep you with me .. keep you only for myself but tell me, can you leave your husband and your child, forsake your family and come with me?”
 
I knew it was not possible for her. If it was only the husband she may have left him and come with me but how could she leave her child. Moreover, her own family .. her parents, her siblings would be affected very badly. That would always be in the back of her mind.
 
“I can’t darling … no matter how much I want to I can’t.” I expected this answer from her so in the meanwhile I would continue to satisfy her desire and my lust and we would have many, many joyous sexual mating.
 
The regret in her voice was very clear, this was the time I have to show emotion to her. “I understand your situation Bavani. How I wish I had met you before you got married.”
 
This time when we kissed there was intense passion in it. She gave vent to her full feelings in the kiss. My manhood was ready to go again. I lay down flat and pulled her on top of me in 69 position. Her pussy lips were very near my face and they glistened with wetness.
 
“Hey idiot .. you are now going to do what you wanted my husband to do.”
 
“What’s that?”
 
“I haven’t washed yet but you are going to lick my pussy.”
 
“Oh that, me tasting a bit of myself is nothing, making your husband do it is special.”
 
“Chee .. it may be special for you … but my poor husband would suffer indignity.”
 
“Of course, it’s special. He should know the taste of the man who had fully satisfied his wife, something he couldn’t do.”
 
Before she could say anything I pressed my lips on to her pussy lips as my tongue probed inside. First she gasped, then she groaned and then only her moans of pleasure were heard. After that even that stopped as I felt something engulf my cock. Now as she enjoyed my eating of her pussy I enjoyed her sucking of my pole. My tongue probed the walls of her vagina as my cock reached up to her throat several times. We both competed to give pleasure to each other. As we were engaging in this delightful oral pleasure I heard my phone ring. I ignored it as I was busy in a pleasurable pursuit. The ringing stopped but then started again after a few seconds. My hand went searching for my phone as I continued to suck on Bavani’s pussy. I glanced to see who it was from. It was from Smitha, I placed it beside my head and put it on speaker.
 
“Hi Vikram, how are you? Are you busy?”
 
I took my mouth off Bavani’s cunt and said,” No, just sipping on something sweet, tell me, what’s up?”
 
Bavani too stopped sucking on hearing Smitha’s voice. “Good news, I’ve got a job as a bank officer.”
 
“Congrats, when are you joining .. when’s the treat.”
 
While waiting for her reply I continued to tongue my darling’s pussy but she stopped sucking and was listening to our conversation.
 
“I’m on three months training and now one month is already over, then I’ve to report for work … guess where.”
 
“Where?”
“Coimbatore.”
“Wow great.”
 
“Not too far away from Bangalore, you can come and see me or maybe I can come to Bangalore to meet you sometimes.”
 
“Sure, okay where in Coimbatore are you going to stay?”
 
“My parents don’t like me staying alone so my friend, you know your friends’ sister is making arrangements.”
 
“Who?” I asked a bit puzzled.
 
“You know .. the bride whose wedding you attended. Her relative is staying in Coimbatore and her parents are trying to make arrangements for me.”
 
Now I stopped licking and asked eagerly,” Who’s that?”
 
“His name is Mohan and his wife’s name, Bavani. They also have a son. You may have even met them at the wedding. They have a spare room and hopefully I can stay as a paying guest .. at least temporarily. My friend’s parents may already be speaking to Mohan sir now.”
 
I was very excited to hear this. This would make my plan to enjoy Bavani on her own bed come true easily.  

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THis is much more detailed and hotter than in the original Tamil version. bravo!

Thank you, I have tried to make some changes as I go along. Sometimes going through it a second time helps to make some improvements 

Amazing update...now vikram has a shot of seducing bhavani right in front of poor mohan...

He will make him suffer but not do it directly.

At last, after some mindless fuck fest story coming back to core

Would love to read [especially Bold one's]:

• Vikram coming to meet Smitha as her friend. Staying with her for hours agitating hubby badly. Hubby just clearing his mind  but now again pain started. Hubby cant say anything at this point, his internal stress raising
  
• Vikram visiting more and more trips
  
• Bavani talking freely with Smitha but more with Vikram despite Hubby's objections
  
• Sexual tensions rising between Bavani and Smitha as well as to who can have more of Vikram
  
• Vikram fucking Smitha once and Bavani once [when either one of them there]
  
• Lastly Ultimately - Vikram having both Bavani and Smitha on 1 bed. Hubby trusting Smitha to be a distraction for Vikram but Smitha working with Bavani in reality to get fucked by Vikram. Some lesbian actions to needed
  

There has to be a number of sex scenes between Vikram and  Bavani as that's the main gist of the story. There would be other developments in the story but not all as you mentioned above. Ultimately the story is about the slow degradation of a wife and possible redemption but not in the normal sense. 

Very well and fluently written, the description of the sex scenes detailed and vivid.
I enjoy every single line, because they are incredibly erotic...

If this was not an "erotic story", I would have described Banavi like this:

Immoral, naive, bratty and topped off with disrespect....
These are the behavioural codes of Bavani.

Maybe someone should whisper in Bavani's ear that marriage does not only consist of "vagina and penis". 
There are many other weighty and significant things that make married life what it is.
She behaves like an immature 14 year old brat who has fallen head over heels in love with a boy of the 
same age for the first time and gets an orgasm while briefly holding hands....

Bavani:
"I do not blow Mohan with that intensity.
When interacting with Mohan, I do not let myself go the way I do with Vikram..."
these and similar statements from her on one side, but on the other side:
"My man cannot satisfy me the way Vikram does..."

What a logic !

I cannot stand such persons who behave and act similarly to Vikram in life and also in stories. 
Mostly they have failed in real life, have inferiority complexes, suffer strongly from narcism.

... And the naive, dick-driven wife and mother Banavi falls for such an impostor.

I fear that she will lose everything and end up with empty hands in the middle of nothing.

Unless Mohan does not drop her (after all she has done) and reaches under her arms....

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you for your detailed comment. As an author of the story I had taken some liberty to enhance the story. May not be always very logical though I try to keep some semblance of it as far as possible.  

An appeal !

I think and feel that this story deserves much more attention from us "readers and friends of well-written erotica".

I think reading the story and enjoying it (getting excited) is good, but we should also share our views, opinions 
and feelings about it too.

Therefore, I invite all readers and fans to take a few minutes to write down a few words and share them with us here. 
But above all, to show the author that we appreciate and honour his work...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Thank you very much for your effort in this regard. Comments are the encouragement that gives motivation to the author to keep going. 

This is the best story out here...

Thank you for your kind words

Fantastic bro

Thank you.

I'm in the midst of completing my story in Tamil. I think I will be able to complete it by tomorrow. After that I can fully concentrate on this story. I never let any of my story be incomplete. This is just to let you know of the situation.

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Chapter 15 continued

 
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Hearing this good news, I told Smitha,” That’s great to hear. I’m a bit occupied now I’ll contact you later.”
 
“Oh, sorry Vikram, didn’t know you were busy. I’ll speak to you later but there is one thing I have to tell you.”
 
“What’s that?”
 
“I missed you,” Smitha said and cut the phone.
 
This is the first time she had openly and practically directly told me that she was interested in me and that too while Bavani was listening in to the conversation. This would definitely upset Bavani and I have to mollify her now. Only then will my plan to enjoy Bavani in her own home would work out. I had plans that I wanted to have sex with Bavani all over her house. In places where even her husband would not have enjoyed with her. Bavani got off my body and was now sitting beside me. She was staring at me, her anger evident on her face. I totally ignored it.
 
“Great news Bavani, meeting up now is going to be so much easier.”
 
“Who? You and Smitha?” she said bitterly.
 
When I tried to hug her, she pushed my hands away. “You’ll have Smitha to hold anymore won’t you so you don’t have to touch me.”
 
“Why are you getting angry darling. Don’t you know that you are always first for me? She got my number that day and she used to message me fairly frequently but I only use to reply once in a while.
 
“Then, why are you still keeping contact with her?” Bavani was not Mohan’s wife now .. she was my jealous girlfriend.
 
“I always had a hope she was going to be useful to us now what happened now. You heard didn’t you … that she’s interested in me. If I had any interest in her then wouldn’t I have gone and met her long ago. I didn’t bother and instead came to see you. I only ever wanted to be with you.”
 
She saw the logic in what I said and her anger reduced somewhat. “I never ever looked forward to her messages but how much I longed for you to reply to me.” When I said this the anger slowly dissipated from her face. This time when I hugged her she didn’t push me away.
 
“Still angry with me darling? You are my wife, she means nothing to me,” I said and kissed her softly on her lips.
 
“Okay, okay don’t lie too much to please me. Anyway, what would your relationship with her. Will you do … hmm … this with her.”
 
Now I have to be careful how I answered. I mustn’t say I won’t ever have sex with Smitha. That won’t be possible and if I lie in this matter there would be problems with her later. I have to give Bavani an acceptable reason why if it was necessary I would have sex with Smitha.
 
“Bavani, tell me truthfully the answer to this, with whom do you enjoy sex more, me or your husband?”
 
“You know the answer to this Vikram, why do you still ask me?”
 
“No dear, indulge me … tell me the answer.”
 
It was so nice to see her blush before she answered,” with you.”
 
“With whom you look forward to have sex with.”
 
Again, she shyly said,” with you.”
 
“Then why do you have sex with your husband when he wants to?”
 
“How can I not .. he’s my husband, it’s my duty.”
 
While lying completely naked in the open with a man other than her husband, that too after enthusiastically having vigorous sexual romp with him, Bavani still remembers she has a husband … is still talking about the rights of her husband and her duty.
 
“So, you admit Bavani, it is not out of desire you have sex with him but out of duty.”
 
 “Yes, you can say it is so in a sense. If he satisfied me fully why would I be lying like this with you?”
 
“It’s the same situation with Smitha. If only I am Smitha’s lover I can use that as an excuse and come here, purportedly to see her but in actual fact to be with you. Then only suspicions won’t fall on you. If it need be I may have to have sex with her out of duty and my role as her lover.”
 
“You want me to allow Smitha to come and stay in my house?”
 
“Yes, if your husband asks you, you agree to this. Only then I can use that as an excuse and come to your house. We will have a lot of chances to enjoy ourselves freely in the safety of your house.”
 
“How can that be Vikram, if she is here, you can only be with her.”
 
“I can send her to work, pretend I’m returning to Bangalore but instead come back to your house and we can enjoy ourselves. No one seeing me would get suspicious because they would have already seen me visiting your house.”
 
She still had a doubtful look on her face.  “Believe me Bavani dear nothing will go wrong You know I have long wanted to fuck you on your own bed.”
 
“Rascal, why do you have such a wish?” What Bavani didn’t tell me then was she too had dreamt of such a thing happening.
 
I must arouse her lust again. I wanted another wonderful round of sex. “Think dear, we will be fucking on that bed the whole day … the warmth our bodies created on the mattress may not have even gone off completely. Your husband would comfortably sleep enjoying the warmth, not knowing that the warmth was because his wife had been thoroughly fucked there not long before.”
 
“You are very bad Vikram,” She pinched me but the way her body shivered when I said that showed she too was aroused by that scenario.
 
We started kissing passionately again as a forerunner to another heated sexual bout. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she eagerly sucked on it. While kissing her a number thoughts went through my mind. I had to fuck Smitha at least once while Bavani secretly sees that. The next time after that when I have sex with Bavani she would be like a tigress in bed out of jealousy. Who knows that jealousy may even push her to want to get pregnant by me? If she believes that I may eventually get married to Smitha she may want to have something from me that Smitha would surely have, that is my child. She may even want to be the first to have my child in her womb. At that time the phone rang again but this time it was not my phone tone, it was Bavani’s phone. She pushed me off her and quickly took the phone. When she saw who the call was from I could see her panicking.  
 
“Hello yes dear ……… no, I’m not at home, I came out to do some shopping.” It was definitely Mohan on the phone.
 
As she spoke I started massaging her breast. She tried to push my hand away but I did not allow her and continued to press her boob. I now started tweaking her erect nipple.
 
“Really, who? …… Oh, that girl.”
 
I now licked her nipple then took it in my mouth and started sucking it.”
 
“SSSS..ahh … no, nothing dear … I was walking as I talked on the phone I stubbed my toes without noticing where I was walking.” Bavani stared at me admonishingly.
 
I simply grinned at her mischievously. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She didn’t take her hand away but instead held my cock and started stroking it. She too seemed to enjoy playing with my cock as she spoke to her husband. Or maybe she did it because I would like it.
 
“Would it be okay to have a young unmarried girl staying in our house?”
 
My hardon was iron hard now enjoying this beautiful housewife speaking to her unwitting husband as she pleasured me. Her nail polish flashed in the sunlight as her hand moved up and down on my long shaft.
 
“No, no I’m not doubting you … it’s just what others .. outsiders may say.”
 
I now stood up. My cock was pointing straight at the sitting Bavani’s face. I rubbed my cock on her red lips. She shook her head at me to say no.
 
“You’re right why should we bother what others might say.”
 
I forcefully pushed my cock into her mouth. Bavani relented and opended those delicious full lips to allow my cock to enter her warm mouth. She started sucking on my dick as she listened to what her husband was saying to her.
 
After a few seconds she took my cock out of her mouth. “If it’s okay with you then I’m alright with that .. hmm … hmm … okay see in the evening .. bye dear.”
 
“Buffalo .. buffalo ..how can you do that while I’m talking to my husband .. idiot,” she scolded me but there was no anger in her voice. She too must have been thrilled by this erotic play.
 
I laughed as I asked her,” Is your husband agreeable to Smitha staying in your house?”
 
“Yeah .. yeah .. why would he object to a young, beautiful girl staying in our house?”
 
“But would that girl ever be a match for this beautiful housewife,” I stoked her ego. I saw her face blossom in a bright and happy smile.
 
The price I got for the compliment was a pleasurable blowjob for the next few minutes. I then lay on the blanket while stroking my cock. Bavani knew what I wanted her to do. She straddled my hips and took my rod from my hands into hers. She half squatted with one leg on the ground and her weight on her knees on the other leg. She rubbed my cockhead on her wet slit a few times before she sat on me. My cock went sliding in till it was buried fully inside her body.
 
“I like this way Vikram, I can control how far your donkey’s cock goes inside of me,” said my lover as she smiled at me.
 
She sat with her knees on the ground. She didn’t move up and down but rather front and back. My buried rod was not visible outside as her pubis rubbed on my hips but my thick shaft was moving in her. My foreskin by now was fully pulled back and I can feel the greater pleasure of my sensitive bud rubbing inside her wet folds of flesh. The expression on her face soon changed from smiling to suffering like look but in actual fact not suffering but enjoying. Her breath came out in hot gasps. The firm rounded breasts of her was very attractively swaying with the movement of her body. As she became more and more in the throes of passion she bent down till her face was close to mine. I could feel her hot breath on my face.
 
“Kiss me darling, I’m going to kiss you as I fuck you.” She gasped as she moaned out these words.
 
I’m sure she would never have told her husband vulgarly like this that she wants to fuck him. I believe that every woman has a hidden slutty nature within her. This unbounded lust is normally kept under control. It would even be hidden away from their husbands. All it needs is for the right lover to break the restraints and let that animal passion burst out. Only that lover would enjoy her full sexual prowess. In this case I was that lover. As we were fucking while continuing to kiss deeply the sound of our bodies colliding made a ‘thub’ ‘thub’ sound. From down my cock was thrust in her cunt, from up her tongue was thrust in my mouth. Above our saliva became one below our sexual release become one.
 
“Ohh .. Ohh.. I love you Vikram .. your cock is doing so many things to me…”
 
“yesss darling .. my cock is the right cock for your cunt and your cunt is the right cunt for my cock … we’re made for each other.”
 
“Yes baby .. suck my tits … suck it as you fuck meeee…”
 
I took her nipples and gently chewed on it as I kept pushing my hips up to meet her push. I had to make her agree to my next wish. I had to plant that idea in her mind. 
 
“No milk is coming from your tits honey.”
 
“I’ve stopped breastfeeding Avinash for almost three years now … no milk.”
 
“I want milk to come from here, and it must come because of me.” She knew what I was wanting but she didn’t answer .. just moaned.
 
“Ang … ahh … ang ….”
 
“ahh … ahh … ang …”
 
“God ohhh…….”
 
I let her enjoy the sex as I continued to drill her pussy from below for more than ten minutes. She must be more engulfed in uncontrollable pleasure before she would say what I wanted her to say. I must keep her in this heightened sexualstate.
 
But she suddenly moaned aloud,” AAhhh… I’m comingggg…” Her body shuddered as if in great fever before she lay on my body ..unmoving.
 
I was not going to leave her like this. I turned her over and got on top of her. I shoved my cock into her now wetter pussy as I lay on top of her. I kissed her, sucked on her neck, her breasts till her desires were relit before I started pounding her cunt. I was relentless in this sexual assault of her body. Slowly her hands wrapped around my back, her legs wound around mine as she started her next journey to ecstasy. Her soft malleable breasts were mercilessly kneaded by me as I plunged as deep as I could into her love hole. Her back arched as I sucked on her teat. Her nails were now starting to dig into my back. She was once again racing towards uncontrollable desire … now was the time … now I had to make her accept my wish.
 
“Are you enjoying the fuck honey…”
 
“Yes … yessss…”
 
“Your body belongs to me … say it..” I thrust my cock upwards till rubbed tightly along her walls before reaching her cervix.
 
“Yes darling … it’s your…”
 
“Only mine??? Tell me.”
 
“sssss … yes  .. yes..”
 
“Not your husbands .. humph … humph.. “ I growled as I fucked her. She had to say this. She was in tremendous pleasure. Her fingers were scrapping hard on my back.
 
“YESSSSSS……”
 
“Then only I should breed you not him.”
 
“No .. no… pity him.. no..” she still resisted.
 
“Can he give you this pleasure.” Even the blanket was being pulled on the ground by the force of our mating.
 
“…. No… ,” her answer came with a small moan.
 
“I’m your secret husband anymore .. only I can give you the pleasure you want … isn’t it so.”
 
Her hips were moving up as rapidly as my hips were moving down. Her eyes were rolling back in bliss. “Yes, baby only you take me to heaven .. ang… ahhh…”
 
“A husband who cannot satisfy you has no right to make you pregnant.” She didn’t say anything but her cries of pleasure were getting louder.
 
“Only I have the right.”
 
“Ssss..ahhh..”
 
“Isn’t it?”
 
“Oohhhh…”
 
“Isn’t it?”
 
“AAArrghhhh … yes … aaahhhh oh god … yes … only you aaahhhh….” Her shrieks startled the birds on the trees which took to flight in alarm.
 
Bavani body shook violently, her body spasmed so hard it almost pushed me off her. I too could not control anymore. Streams of my hot lava spurted into her eagerly waiting womb. Her spasms slowly turned to shudders then to shivers. It was almost a minute before she stopped shivering. Though she accepted what I said in the blissful torment she would resist again when she was back to normal. But that was okay. What I wanted to do was plant that idea in her mind. I believed eventually she will reach a point where she would start thinking it wouldn’t be much wrong if that happened to happen. My wish was to make her pregnant on the very bed she shares with her husband.
 
Husband
 
As I unlocked my front door and entered my home I saw my son sitting in the hall and watching TV. On seeing me his face lit up. He ran to me shouting ‘daddy’ and jumped up on me. I carried him in my arms as I kissed him on the cheeks. “Where’s mummy?” I asked him.
 
“Mummy is sleeping daddy,” He replied in his innocent voice.
 
I was surprised to hear this. In all these years since we were married she had never been sleeping at the time I returned from work. Well this was not entirely true she had been sleeping in tiredness sometimes when she was carrying our son. That was to be expected during pregnancy but she wouldn’t do this in normal times. She had even left Avinash alone to watch TV as she slept. What had made her so tired I thought to myself as I sat on the sofa and took off my shoes.
 
“When did your mummy go to sleep?” I asked my son.
 
“She gave me Horlicks and biscuits and told me to watch TV as she was tired and going to take a nap. She told me to wake her up when you came home daddy. She went to sleep then itself,” He prattled on.
 
I left my son in the hall to watch TV as I went to the bedroom to see Bavani. I found her to be sleeping deeply, so much so she didn’t even know I had come there.
 
“Bavani .. Bavani … wake up,” I shook her body slightly.
 
She slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes looked confused as if not knowing where she was but on seeing me she rapidly became wide awake.
 
“Oh .. your back … sorry dear I was a bit tired and had slept.”
 
I could see the tiredness in her, she did appear exhausted. While she looked tired there seemed to be a glow in her face. I’ve seen such radiance on a woman’s face before but for the life of me I couldn’t recollect when. She quickly got up to wash her face. As she walked I noticed a difference in her walk. There seemed to be a suggestive sway in her walk. This was when I recollected where I had seen all this before. I had a staff whose husband was working overseas. One day she appeared very excited as she was working in the office. That was where I had seen that same glow in the face.
 
“Hi, Swetha, you look very happy, what’s up?” I asked her.
 
She blushed before she answered,” nothing sir, I’m just like always.”
 
Another staff intervened. “She’s lying sir, her husband is coming back tomorrow and so this happiness. That’s why she has applied for leave for two days, along with the weekend she be off for four days. She’ll only come back to work on Monday.”
 
“Be quiet,” Swetha scolded her friend,” that’s right sir, he is coming back tomorrow. He’ll be here one month. Please sir, I may take leave quite a few times this month. He is only back once every two years.”
 
So, the glow on her face was a reflection of her love for her husband. When Swetha came back to work on that Monday her face was even brighter.
At that time, I overheard some of her colleagues whisper to each other,” look how her face is shining. The other person replied,” Of course it will be, her husband wouldn’t have let her get out of bed. She would have got a feast to ease her sexual hunger.”
 
Seeing Bavani’s walk just now triggered the memories of that day. Swetha’s walk was very much like this. Now the reason was clear for the glow on her face and that sway in her walk. It was the sex she had enjoyed with her husband. That was understandable. But why the same type of glow and that walk where Bavani was concerned. Not only that Bavani had told me that she had gone shopping today. So, she had gone out alone today. She could have …..  Chche .. cannot be .. why am I thinking like this, it’s not possible? Though I tried to reassure myself I had an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I was pondering on all this Bavani came out from the washroom.
 
“Have your bath first, I’ll get the dinner ready by then,” she said.
 
I was in deep thoughts as I entered into my bathroom. I absentmindedly took my bath as my mind was in turmoil. When I finally came to the dining table about twenty minutes later the food was already on the dining table. Bavani was feeding dinner to our son. Things I didn’t take much notice of before I started noticing now. I saw her hands as she fed my son. It was only in the last month or so that she had grown and manicured her nails and was using nail polish. This wasn’t something she had been doing from the time we were married. I also saw that she had cut and styled her hair and had taken greater care on her make up. I’ve heard that when either a man or a woman is engaged in a secret affair there would be changes in them which they themselves make unconsciously and which exposes the possibility that they were involved with someone else. Are these signs indicating that? My doubt had always been on Vikram and with good reason but he is so far away. Could he have come here? Is Bavani in contact with him? Till now I had no reason to believe that but now? Would someone take so much of trouble and effort just for some sex? Even I felt this was a stupid rhetoric question. For someone with the grace, beauty and glamour of Bavani forget the man who is in another city making the effort even if he was in another country he would still somehow find the time to come.
 
I looked at Bavani face, would someone with that demure face be able to do something this wrong? Is she capable of betraying me and then acting as if nothing was wrong like this? Or is it that all this is my overactive imagination. But once this doubt has come I just can’t ignore it. I would have to rehire the detective agency to keep an eye on my wife. But am I doing this too late? What if Vikram had come here and he and Bavani had engaged in adulterous sex and now he has gone back after enjoying my wife’s beautiful body this whole morning and afternoon? I should have continued to hire the detective whatever the cost. I had stopped after two weeks because it was burning a hole into my savings, the savings I was making in case of a crisis. But what greater crisis can there be than a scoundrel seeking to seduce your wife and destroy your peace of mind. Was Vikram really here today? If so where could they have met to enjoy their sinful fornication? Here in my house … no, not possible because Bavani said she had gone out shopping today. So, if Vikram had indeed come it would have been out somewhere. In a hotel? Was Bavani bold enough to go and meet her lover in a hotel? I could never imagine Bavani being capable of something like that. Where can two illicit lovers meet safely in this city? The image of Vikram and Bavani lying naked together in a passionate embrace caused a stab like pain in my heart. I only prayed and hoped that all this was just my hyperactive imagination and nothing like this had happened.   
 
While eating I casually asked her,” Bavani, you said you went shopping today .. didn’t you buy anything?”
 
As she was taking food towards my son’s mouth when she heard this her hand froze for a second or two. Then she answered just as casually,” I was bored at home as I had nothing much to do. So, I just went window shopping, not to buy anything.”
 
Did you go shopping because you were bored at home or did you go to enjoy sex with your lover because sex at home was boring to you I thought to myself.
 
My wife now changed the topic. “You said that girl Smitha would be coming here, when would that be?”
 
“it’ll take two months or a little more, why do you ask?”
 
“No, she is a very beautiful girl and she is going to stay alone in our house, that’s why I asked.”
 
“She beautiful .. so??”
 
“Well she could be alone in the house sometimes and you it so happens sometime just the two of you may be in the house, so…..”
 
“Why .. you think she, or I, or both would engage in something wrong is it?”
 
  “Not like that, she wouldn’t do anything like that.”
 
“So, you’re saying I would. Or are you trying to say she would never be attracted to someone like me .. that I’m incapable of attracting any beautiful girl because I was not good enough.” The anger I had been trying to suppress, my inner thoughts on my own inadequacy, burst out beyond my control.
 
Yes, only a man like Vikram is capable of attracting a beautiful woman, even a married woman like my wife, not I with my average looks I thought to myself with bitterness.
 
“Why are you saying things like this dear. I just meant that Smitha would want to be with someone of her age. That’s only natural. I didn’t mean any disrespect to you. What shortcomings are there for you.”
 
Only my cock is short for you. You want a man with a big cock like Vikram don’t you I thought accusingly of her even without being sure if she had actually betrayed me. Is there any justification for me to think like this? Yet my suspicions persisted.
 
“Then why did you insinuate that me and Smitha being alone could be a problem?”
 
“It’s just that Smitha is more beautiful than me, won’t you get attracted???”
 
I’m suspicious of you so you are trying to turn the tables and create suspicions about me I thought to myself. “I had never once thought of being unfaithful to you. As far as I’m concerned, a person who betrays his or her life partner is a disgusting and disgraceful person. Such a person can never be forgiven.”
 
I am sure my indirect message to her was crystal clear. Bavani on hearing this became silent. Nothing further was said on that matter after that.  

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Amazing update...super hot

Thanks

Great update, Would it be great if Mohan impregnates Smitha instead of Vikram doing it to Bhavani .

Hmm .. that's an interesting alternative.

Yeah, Bhavani needs to pay for the betrayal...she should suffer tremendously for the story to be fair to Mohan...

That is what a lot of readers would feel.

In the basic statement that arrogance and boasting lead nowhere, the proverb is synonymous with
*Highness comes before a fall*

... and I would like to hold this principle before Vikram's eyes and say to him:
"who flies high, falls low".

Then shake Bavani awake before she loses "the sparrow she holds in her hand (husband Mohan);
for the dream of getting the dove that is on the roof (impostor Vikram)" and thus stands empty...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

All actions would have consequences. That is something I try to bring into my stories.

Bhavani is in slut mode...but at some point should feel the enormity of her betrayal and be ditched by both Vikram and Mohan...and Mohan and Smitha should fall in love and marry...in the meanwhile she should have guilt-ridden sex with Vikram...just how I envision the story...but the writer is a master storyteller so waiting for it to unfold...

Well you have to wait for the story to unfold to know what happens.

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Chapter 16

 
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It has been three days now but normalcy had not returned to our household. I could sense strongly the emotional distance between my husband and myself. One thing was clear though, he has now got doubt over me. Who the other party for his suspicion was also clear to me. He would have thought that after the wedding Vikram would be out of our lives forever. I on the other hand was not too sure of that. Our secretive and restraint coupling itself had been so good that I believed Vikram would want me again where we didn’t have to control ourselves. So, I was sure Vikram would make contact with me somehow. It was only I who thought that continuing the affair, no matter how wonderful the sex had been, would be fraught with unnecessary danger to my family life. I had planned not to have anything to do with Vikram but how weak I was. I had succumbed for my need for the marvellous pleasures of the flesh that Vikram had introduced to me. Now after the two days of sublime pleasure I enjoyed with Vikram I had totally surrendered to my carnality. In spite of the uneasiness prevailing in my home I still craved for joy I had with my young lover. The new erotic experience I would never have got if not for Vikram. There was so much of sensuality in having sex in the open like that. I had so many intense orgasms in that two days. That joy had made me admit things I wanted to hide from my lover. That he was a better lover than my husband. That I didn’t get the pleasures from my husband that I got from him. Even to the extent that I could admit to wanting his child in my womb. Why did I admit that, even if I was in the grip of intense passion? Is that something that was hidden in the back of my mind? Did I feel that only after that would our affair be consummated fully? Did I want something to remind me of him even after the end of our relationship which I knew would eventually end? I knew no answers for any of my questions.
 
The reason for my husband’s suspicions had been that his instinct had told him something wrong had happened. His instinct was not wrong. The fault for this was always mine. My actions should have been such that it should have never given him cause for any doubt. When I had decided to engage in something illicit then it was I who had to be extra careful in whatever I did. It was because of my carelessness that my husband had now got suspicious. When I told Vikram about this situation at home he simply laughed, he didn’t seem to take it seriously, in fact I felt he was pleased this happened. When I scolded him for laughing when I was so anxious here he simply said, “your husband is only suspicious, he is not sure of anything isn’t he, so why worry. We’ll be extra careful next time.” Well he can say that .. only I’m facing the problem not him. All this arose because I had been sleeping exhausted when my husband came back. This was not my habit so that had immediately raised my husband’s doubts. But that alone could not have raised his suspicions to this level. He must have noticed something else but I couldn’t figure out what. After my husband’s reaction I had even checked to see any marks visible outside like love bites, finger nails mark etc but there were none. In fact, it was only I who had marked him with my teeth and fingernails when I couldn’t control myself in the exhilarating pleasure that engulfed my body. It was no problem for him, he had no wife from whom he needed to hide it. On the other hand, he would have wanted to display this to his male friends. It would have been proof of his prowess in giving pleasure to a woman. That way he can show them his pride of his manhood and may even give his friends an inferiority feeling.
 
Knowing Vikram, he would have liked it. One thing I knew for sure was he would have loved to show the marks of passion I made on his body to my husband. He would have wanted my husband to see how much his wife (me) had enjoyed fucking with him. For Vikram, his ultimate victory would have been to have cowed my husband into accepting his superiority. To pretend that nothing is happening .. to get out of the way by giving some excuse so that he (my husband) avoids humiliation while knowing very well that Vikram was going to bed me at that time. He would want my husband to accept his lot and just pray for the time when he (Vikram) would have enough of me and go away. He would want my husband to live with the misery that another man had used his wife in all possible ways for his pleasure. Vikram can only hope. I know my husband just as much as I know Vikram. He is not that type of a man. He has too much of self-respect for that. The reason I had been so tired after that afternoon of wallowing in pleasure was because Vikram had squeezed every ounce of my energy as he insisted on having sex three times within that short period of time. That and the fact it was giving in to two continuous days of intense sexual demand of a lecherous lover that made me exhausted. He had fucked me till I couldn’t take it anymore. To this day the memory of that uninhibited joy brings a smile to my face. But the result of that vigorous and magical mating was lying in deep slumber not even knowing when my husband had returned. I had wanted to go back after we had sex the second time that day but he insisted on another bout of sex.
 
“After I drop you off today Bavani and when I go back I have got a big project at work. Estimate is it has to be finished by forty days and if needed extend up to fifty days. I won’t be able to come here till then .. I need you again my love. I just can’t get enough of you.”
 
I was disappointed to hear this. After so much of resistance I had finally got together with my lover and now I have to be apart from him for so long. I need him now just as much as he needed me, how is this long fifty days going to pass? This is the last time I’m going to be with him before we part again for a long time. I wanted to mate with him now as much as he wanted to. I took his half erect manhood in my hand. I’m not going to have this beautiful specimen of virility for almost another two months. It came alive in my hand as I stroked it ready to take me to the gateways of heaven once more. How does this know to work magic inside my intimate treasure hole? What did this know that my husband’s manhood didn’t? I kissed it before I took it into my mouth for a few seconds.
 
“Shake my cock Bavani, It feels wonderful when you do that.”
 
He lay back on the blanket, both hands below his head, admiring my handiwork on his love pole. There was a ray of sunlight that penetrated beyond the overhanging branches and leaves and shone exactly on my hand. I fist pumped him slowly enjoying the feel of that hard flesh. The warmth of the flesh spread to my fingers. He was leaking quite a bit of precum. It flowed down the head and wet my fingers. My stroking fingers spread it on his shaft making it easier to shag him .. no other lubricant or soap was needed. Vikram was looking as if mesmerised. Apparently he liked what he saw. I played with his tool as best as I thought would give him added pleasure. You could say I learnt how to give pleasure to a man through my hands by doing it for Vikram. My experience of doing this for my husband was very limited as he would be ready just after a few seconds of me playing with his penis but Vikram loved being pleasured before the main show, whether by my hands or my mouth.
 
“Why are you leaking so much Vikram,” I asked as I wiped my hand on the blanket before taking his cock in my hand again.
 
“It’s the touch of your beautiful fingers baby … I get so aroused just by that.”
 
His sweet words were music to my ears. He has desire and passion for me just as much as I had for him. I know that I was not the only woman in his life, for example his first sex partner Sandhya. I also believed that he even had or still having lovers. I can’t really complain. After all he is not my husband. I have no hold on him but still I don’t want to be one among many. I must be special to him as he was to me. Eventually he must want only me as his lover. It may take time but it will happen. It doesn’t mean I want him to be my permanent lover. This is an illegal relationship. It cannot have a future but while our relationship goes on I want to be his only woman. I really believed him when Vikram said that I was the most beautiful woman that he had. I believed that none of his lovers currently or before were as good looking as me. So, if the pleasure I give him is such that he gets it from no one else than ours could be a close exclusive relationship. I am going to do every thing I can to drown him in pleasure. No kisses must be as sweet as my kisses. No caresses must be as blissful as my caresses. No moans he hears must be as arousing and erotic as mine. When he makes love to me his mumbles must be ‘Bavani’ .. ‘Bavani”. I must be the only woman in his mind. I decided then that I would make this happen. Every now and then I would suck his precum off as I continued to shag him.
 
“Your balls are so heavy darling,” I said as I squeezed his full testes. His copious discharge was another testament to his virility.
 
He smiled .. a roguishly wicked smile, I knew he was up to something. “Your husband wants a second child doesn’t he?”
 
“Yes?? So??” I was the one who had unnecessarily volunteered this info to him.
 
“Well when you are trying for a child I must be the one to fuck you first when the time is right. Your husband’s discharge would have no chance after that even if you have sex with him the next day.  My child would already be growing in your womb.”
 
“Why are you so evil,” I told him as I stared at him.
 
“Just to see whose sperm is more virile.”
 
In my mind I was sure in a direct competition Vikram would be the winner. If my next child is also a son do I want a child like Vikram who can keep his wife faithful and happy or like my husband who would lose his wife to another man to enjoy. But would I really go and do this? Would I be that brave … or evil? Honestly I couldn’t tell now what I would do then. I was tempted to have his child as a symbol of our passionate affair. A permanent reminder of the heavenly days (and nights) we shared. On the other had how can I be so cruel to my husband (as if shamelessly sleeping naked like this with my lover was not cruel enough). Or at the time I am fertile should I sleep with both of them and let fate decide whose child I’m going to bear. No use thinking about it now, I’ll cross the bridge when I come to it. We again engaged in 69 position that was interrupted by the call from my husband. I was on top of him with my pussy on his face while Vikram’s magnificent love meat was right before my eyes. The sight of it didn’t just make my mouth water in desire to taste it but my pussy too. The sight of my husband’s penis had never aroused me like this. I felt Vikram’s tongue starting to lap my love juice as I took his cock into my mouth. His fingers and mouth were now very familiar with my pussy. They knew its every secret … where to touch, where to tease .. where  to rub. In this short time of our sexual affair he had learnt of all the ways to transport me to paradise. I must be able to do the same for him … better than any of his lovers ever had. I sucked him deep, I sucked just his head. I pulled his foreskin back as I slurped on his cockhead. My tongue relentlessly teased the skin of his shaft. I teased all the sensitive parts of his groin below his balls with my nails. I knew the times when he would have a sudden surge of pleasure because at those times his sucking on my pussy lips would become more urgent. My swollen clit indulged itself in the pleasures from his tongue and lips. How wonderful it would be if I can enjoy all this without fear, without guilt in the comfort of my home every time I needed this kind of love. But I’ve to make do with whatever opportunity that I get.
 
 
 
After some minutes of sweet oral love, we were ready to mate again. This time Vikram fucked me in a position that was totally new to me. He sat on his cars front bonnet with his big cock pointing straight out. He carried me easily and entered my pussy with his strong rod while keeping my legs on the bonnet. He held my hips while I had to hold on to his neck by the palms of my hand to prevent me from falling off.  He lifted me by the hips up and down as I experienced a new kind of fornication. I was astounded by his strength. I couldn’t envisage my husband being able to do such a thing. Everything about Vikram was strong. His manhood, his body, his stamina in engaging in sex. Every time he slammed my body down his cock penetrated as deep as it could go inside my quim. My head fell back as kept bouncing on his hips. Once again the birds were the witness to our love making. One particular myna bird was looking at us. It must have wondering what are these strange movements that these two humans are doing. Luckily the only witnesses to our illicit coupling were those who could not reveal out secret to anyone. The bird was not alarmed by my cries and moans. It would not have understood why I was whimpering as if I was crying. I knew Vikram was strong but I didn’t know he was this strong. He was able to fuck me like this for more than fifteen minutes. By that time, I had come twice before he shot his virile load into my pussy. This type of vigorous sexual exertions and that too three times that day was what that caused me to sleep in exhaustion that day. Even then I should have controlled myself knowing any change from my normal behaviour could make my husband wonder but I was so tired that day that I couldn’t control myself.
 
As we were returning after our delightful tryst in the woods I kept looking at Vikram’s face as he was driving. My heart was filled by so much joy at the pleasure he had given me that I would kiss him on the cheek several times during our journey back. As I saw his face more and more love poured into my heart for him. Vikram just smiled at my expression of my love for him. Before we reached the main road we parked at the side and hugged each other tightly as we kissed for along time. It would be a long time later before we would be able to do this again. Now we keep in contact only through the phone. However, I was very careful to delete all evidence of our contact from my phone. We even had an understanding that he would not call or message him unless I give him the go ahead first because only I can tell him the safe time when we can coo to each other. There was also a distance between my husband and I after that incident of that day though I tried my very best to placate him and bring some normalcy in my home. I made every effort to be as loving as possible to my husband. Even if I approached him for sex he would give some excuse and avoid it. It was only after two weeks that he finally had sex with me. After the unbelievable pleasures I had enjoyed with Vikram the sex with my husband paled badly in comparison but the sex was not for my pleasure but to mollify my husband and show him that I loved him. This was not just an act only. I did love my husband. He had never mistreated me or been a bad husband or father. It was just that Vikram had shown me a different world of sensuality. I am a strange woman, I loved two men at the same time. One I knew would last a life time while the other would last as long as the passion lasts but would always have a special place in my memory. I tried to satisfy myself by imagining I am with Vikram when I was with my husband or self-pleasure myself while imagining the actual sex I enjoyed with him. But none of this was an adequate substitute to the real thing with my superb lover. After some time, I was even tempted to give some excuse to my husband and go and meet Vikram. But with the situation being what it was at home this was never a possibility. There was too much of a risk in it. So, no matter how badly I wanted to be in the embrace of my lover holding on to his masculine body I control myself till the right time came.
 
One day I was chatting with Vikram. My hand was involuntarily massaging my breast as I listened to the husky voice of my lover. That was when I heard a voice … a woman’s voice,” Vikram turn around, I want to hold your cock.”
 
“Who’s that Vikram? Sounds like a woman’s voice,” I asked him. I felt a stab in my heart.
 
Vikram was not flustered nor did he try to hide anything from me. “It’s my neighbour Mrs. Girja. She has just come over. I’ll tell you about her later, you continue speaking.”
 
I knew or had already guessed that Vikram had other women in his life. After all I was not his wife nor he my husband. I was just his illicit lover and had no real hold on him but that doesn’t mean I won’t get upset or feel jealous. Now I knew how my husband had been feeling. I stopped massaging my breast. I was not in that mood anymore.

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Chapter 16 continued

 
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After saying to Bavani,” I’ll tell you about her later.” I turned and slept on my back. My erect manhood was lying on my stomach with the tip reaching my belly button. Girja was waiting just for that. She took my cock in both her hands and started pumping it.
 
“Who is that? Your new lover from Coimbatore?” She asked me. I nodded in the affirmative.
 
“It’s about two weeks since you went there and banged her for two days … why is her itch still not scratched enough?” “What is that fool of her husband doing?”
 
He is just as much of a fool as your husband is I thought to myself. I covered the speaker and told Girja,” just shut your mouth and start sucking.”
 
A sly smile appeared on Girja’s face. “If I keep my mouth shut what is the use? You’ll get nothing .. so, it’s better I fill my mouth with your big cock and pleasure you, if you want you can tell her how well I’m sucking this monster you have that you call your cock.”
 
Girja took my firm rod into her mouth and started doing what she does best, that is suck cock. She has this believe that no other woman could give pleasure like she can in sucking a dick. She was quite right in that she was very good at it. She is one of the few women who sucks cock not because the man wants it but because she loves doing it. She like the feel of the hard flesh in her mouth. She doesn’t get the opportunity to do this to her liking with her husband. He would stop her within a few minutes because he won’t be able to stop from coming because of her expert blowjob. With Vikram however she could work her magic with her mouth for as long as she wants. Even today only because of Girja’s insistence that I came home after normal office hours. Otherwise with the project I have to do I would have been back only around ten pm.
 
“Come home darling quick, I’m feeling very horny. I need your big tool today,” she had begged me.
 
“Why … I thought your husband was here and not gone out of town?”
 
“He’s here but he got a dinner appointment with a big client. He won’t be home till after ten. We can easily have a round or two before that.”
 
I was in two minds but it’s been two weeks since I had sex and the offer was too tempting and so here I was. There was also that I needed to keep Girja happy. I shouldn’t annoy her because she was the one who was always available and most convenient whenever I needed to have sex. She being my neighbour it was easy for her to sneak into my apartment or I to her apartment without notice. Apart from that Girja was someone who didn’t care if I was banging other women as long as I didn’t neglect her.  She was also brave enough to do things I want her to do and that is going to be useful for my plans. There was only one thought in Girja’s mind, even if I had sex with any other woman she wants the sex from her to be the best I get. She was competitive in that way and not wanting to have any emotional involvement. I must use Girja to make Bavani jealous. A jealous woman, especially a married woman who was cheating, would do everything to prove that she was the one who could give most pleasure to her illicit lover, the same way a jealous husband would become very passionate and make love to his wife with vigour he normally doesn’t show in trying his best to prove to his wife that he is better than her lover. In her mind Bavani must want me to enjoy her so much that I would not want anyone else. At the same time Bavani mustn’t have insecurities that Girja would have a special place in my emotions, or I must make sure she doesn’t have. Bavani must feel that, that was reserved only for her. She must feel that with my high libido Girja was just someone available for me because she (Bavani) couldn’t be with me whenever I wanted. In this matter I believe that Bavani fears only Smitha. She wouldn’t even be so upset if Smitha seduces her husband as much as Smitha becoming my lover and potential future wife. Bavani should become comfortable in engaging in sexual matters with another woman present in it. Today would be the first step towards it. Imaginary sex while chatting over the phone doesn’t really interest me. I don’t feel satisfied in engaging in self pleasure in this way. While I’m chatting with Bavani I must have real sex with Girja.
 
As Girja was sucking hard I groaned slightly as I asked Bavani,” Tell me dear have you been able to pacify your husband now?”
 
“He has just started to talk a bit normally now, but there is still a slight strain,” She knew something was happening here so she continued,” I think you are busy there I’ll call you another day.”
 
I should let her off, I need her involved here. “No Bavani don’t cut off the line, I just want to keep on hearing your voice.”
 
“Vikram, it looks like your neighbour has come, I think it’s better we speak another time.”
 
“No problem Bavani, she won’t bother what happens, we can talk how we want about sex anything, she’ll not mind.”
 
“Oh god you idiot, does she know about me?”
 
“Yes, she knows I have a very lovely and sweet lover in Coimbatore that I adore very much.”
 
When Girja heard this, she stopped sucking and looked up at my face. She knew that Bavani was beautiful but didn’t know just how much so she was. Naturally she would feel jealous especially for someone with a competitive streak in her. Now of course she would want to prove herself in bed with me. I had learnt how to pit one woman against another. This was not something I learnt through my first lover Sandhya it was something I learnt myself during my involvement with females.
 
“Why did you do this? What if my matter comes out because of her? I am a fool, I went and trusted you,” Bavani lamented.
 
“Nothing like that will happen. She is very discrete. She is married just like you. Here, you speak to her yourself.”
 
“No, don’t Vikram, no …,” Bavani protested but before she could do anything I handed the phone to Girja saying,” Say hello to the loveliest woman in Coimbatore, my new love.”
 
“Hi Bavani, my name is Girja, how are you?”
 
“………..” I couldn’t hear what was said if any from Bavani’s end. But Girja was very cool.
 
“Talk dear, why be so shy.”
 
Girja kept the phone a little away from her ear and I could hear Bavani speaking. “Hi, Mrs. Girja, I’m good, how about you?”
 
“I’m doing great right now. Congrats, I heard you and Vikram have become lovers. He keeps raving about you. Your beauty, your body … he says making love with you is heavenly. He has not said such a thing to me you know. He is godsent for women like you and me who don’t get the satisfaction we deserve through our husbands. We must definitely meet we have lots to talk about. ….. oh okay, bye then.” Girja gave the phone to me.
 
When I kept the phone to my ear Bavani said,” So it’s confirmed, she’s your lover too.”
 
“Yes Bavani, we have been lovers since before I met you. I’ll tell about that later but she will help us to meet outside for a few days with your husband’s permission. We can really fulfil all our wishes. We need her help.”
 
Bavani cut the phone without saying anything. I knew she would be a little upset at this time but I’ll manage her later. Right now, I’ve to make Girja help me in carrying out my plan. For that I’ve got to fuck her till she screams in pleasure.
 
“Vikram, is your new woman angry with you?”
 
"Nothing, I'll calm her down later."
 
“Yeah, after enjoying your big cock where will she go, surely you’ll get her to come your way.”
 
I smiled and said to her, "Spread your legs, I’m going to shove my rod into your cheating hole.”
 
“Do that you sweet rascal, that’s why I called you to come home early.”
 
As Girja lay on the bed I paced a pillow under her buttocks so that her mount of Venus was raised up for the pleasure of my love meat. As I got close to her pussy she grabbed my manhood and rubbed it up and down her wet slit.
 
“Tell me Vikram, is Bavani cunt small or big?”
 
“Small and tight.”
 
“Is she clean shaven like me or is she hairy down there?”
 
“She has hair but very neatly trimmed.”
 
“Ah .. just the way you like it. What to do, my husband likes a clean-shaven pussy, otherwise I too would have grown pubic hair just for you.”
 
I now slowly shoved a bit of my cock into her pussy. Her cunt lips easily gave way as they gripped the intruder. “You said she had a small, tight cunt how was she able to bear your unusually thick rod entering in?”
 
“She already had given birth to a child, she managed.”
 
“Yeah, and you would have got her soggy wet and ready anyway. Even so was her pussy very tight?”
 
“Hmm.”
 
“More than me?”
 
“Hmm.”
 
Hearing all this made Girja all the hotter and wanting to prove she was the better fuck. It was time for my own enjoyment. “Enough talk woman, call your husband on the phone, I want to fuck you while you talk to him.” This was something we did quite often to make our own enjoyment greater. Girja had no hesitation or reservation in doing this. She too liked the thrill of having my cock inside her warm quim while she talked to her unsuspecting husband. She was also ready to do this because she had no problem in controlling her moans as her pussy gets drilled by me. She reached for the phone on the side table and called her husband.
 
“Hi Hubby … very busy at work?”
 
Now I started pumping her cunt with my cock. It went in very deep each time I pushed it in. She was wet enough that her pussy easily accommodated my rather enormous shaft.
 
“Is it? When are you meeting the client? Oh, there’s still time.” She was so casual when she talked but she opened her thighs wider to let my cock in as deep as it would go.”
 
I increased the speed of my pumping. Girja’s legs now wrapped around my hips. “I had somethings to do earlier but I’m just lying down now and Vikram is inside.”
 
I looked at her and smiled as my hip continued it’s piston like movement. “I meant I’m bored with nothing to do and you are not home too. I thought I’ll go and see him. He is fun to be with.”
 
Now I was sucking on her nipple as I was tearing into her pussy with my cock. “He’s got so many interesting stories to narrate. At least it will be fun being with him till you come back.”
 
Our bodies colliding was making a thumping sound which was loud enough that I feared it may be heard by her husband.
 
“Your boss is calling … okay dear, I’ll see you later .. bye.”
 
Now we started fucking hard while kissing passionately. She was hugging me tight as our hips moved in rhythm.
 
“How many times you humped Bavani when you went there?”
 
“Five times.”
 
“How much she enjoyed .. how many times she came?”
 
“Don’t know .. many times.”
 
“I want the same thing you did for Bavani  .. make me come many times .. and don’t worry, she has enjoyed sex with you, she’ll come around.”
 
Girja didn’t have to tell me that, I was sure of it too. As I kept humping her Girja was equally enthusiastic in pushing her hip up to meet mine. I pressed hard on her tits as I fucked her. As I looked at the side I could see our undulating bodies in the mirror on the dressing table. It was like watching a blue movie only thing being we ourselves were the main actors. Seeing where I was looking she too looked at the image of our fornication with arousal.
 
She said what was on my mind. “looks like a blue film doesn’t it but I want to see you fuck Bavani. I want to know what is so special about her.”
 
“Better than that I’m going to fuck both of you on the same bed side by side.”
 
“Ah.. ah .. ah .. ah .. Great baby ah.., can’t wait for that. What’s her husband’s name?”
 
“Mohan.”
 
“Is he a dummy like my husband?” she asked continue to gasp because of our exertions.
 
“Hmmm,”
 
“Vikram, both Rahil (Girja’s husband) and Mohan’s wives are spreading their legs for you sssss … fuck us and makes us happy like those fools cannot.”
 
Fuck I did, two times I filled her cunt with my sperm before her husband came back that evening. Girja started of with being a bit jealous of Bavani but now she was eager to get another wife involved in this cheating sex just like her. She would help me for sure because she is now a co conspirator in helping me enjoy Bavani alone, without hinderance for at least a couple of nights.
 
Husband
 
I was reading the report. It was a three-page report. There is no evidence to draw a firm conclusion. Private detective Manogara was looking keenly at my face. I carefully absorbed all the things written in it. Nothing should be misunderstood. Manogara started talking after I finished reading the whole thing. "Mr. Mohan, we cannot come to a definitive conclusion whether your wife is having an affair with another person or not. We have however noted a difference from when you hired us to observe her before. This time around we found that she was often on the phone. Sometimes she talks, sometimes she is just playing with the phone. We don't know if he is playing a game or messaging at that time. This is when she is in the hall or kitchen, sometimes she takes the phone to the bedroom and closes the door. We have no way of knowing what happens then. We don't have that much access to your house. This report is based on when we can observe through the window.”
 
"If you want to know what's going on in your house when you're not there, you need to help us put our surveillance equipment in a hidden place in your house. Doing so will cost quite a bit more of money to you.," he continued.
 
I asked Manogara about my doubts. "If you do, is there any chance that Bavani will accidentally find the equipment?"
 
"Normally that won't happen. It would be small and well-hidden but I can't guarantee it."
 
I was deep in thought after listening to what he said. If my wife had not done anything wrong, if she then discovers what I have done, the family life won’t be peaceful after that. But not knowing this for sure, my peace is gone anyway. Then Manogara continued again.
 
"Why did you again doubt your wife's behaviour?"
 
"Didn't I already tell you, one day when I came home from work she was fast asleep after going out and coming back." When I said this to him even I felt how silly a reason this is for doubting your wife, that only saying this without elaborating the context.
 
"There may be many reasons for that, but why do you think in this manner?"
 
Why did I feel like that?? The exhaustion of her body but the excitement and glow on her face. Just seeing her like that an immediate thought had come to me, that she looked like someone who had enjoyed great pleasure. This cannot be explained by logic. Her body movements were like that of a sated cat who secretly lapped up the milk. Only thing missing was a satisfied smile on her face.
 
"You see, she seemed to be like how a woman would be after enjoying satisfying sex. Don't ask me to explain why I think that, I can't."
 
Manogara understood my situation. "Okay let’s accept that as a reason for the moment but that cannot be the only reason. What else have you noticed?"
 
I thought again. I told him how she beautified herself recently and the changes she had made to look attractive. She was already a very attractive woman, with the changes she looked even more desirable.  
 
"Why couldn’t your wife have made these changes for you, for you to appreciate and love?"
 
That’s true, it is possible but why suddenly after so many years of married life.
 
"It didn’t seem like she's made changes to be attractive to me. She's made it to make herself look sexy and attractive."
 
Manogara smiled softly. "It Isn't wrong for a wife to make herself sexy for her husband isn’t it?"
 
"If the changes were for me, there is nothing wrong, but if the changes are for someone else.?? ..  you have to find it out for me."
 
"Will do, will do, we'll try to figure it out as best as we can since you appointed our agency."
 
Now I asked him a question. "Tell me from your experience, what does it mean when a woman, that too a housewife, suddenly transforms herself like this?"
 
Manogara looked at me in silence for a few seconds, then said, "Yes, there is truth in what you are saying. These are all signs that a woman could be on the wrong path. Very often they make mistakes like this and expose themselves without realizing it."
 
“It could be an indication that they were getting ready to do something wrong or are already doing it. But on the other hand, this is not definitive evidence that they are engaging in something wrong. All we can say is that these can be taken as possible signs.”
 
“What sir you’re saying like this, neither confirming or rejecting,” I said with a little irritation.
 
"Don't get angry sir, I'm just telling the truth. Sometimes they see some actress or see fashion show or other girls’ attire or make up and they want to try that because they feel they’ll look good if they do the same. We can only take these signs as  fifty-fifty that they are engaging in something undesirable. It only gives us a basis to probe further.”
 
"What sir so we have not made any progress to find out what's true."
 
"Nothing can be said for certain until the evidence is in hand,” Manogara said.
 
"Well how much longer do you think it would be necessary for you to monitor my wife's activities?"
 
"Sir, I can't say. It's your choice. I can tell you some things from my experience. In one case we watched the woman for three months, but we couldn’t catch her doing anything wrong. So much so we gave up. I said to the husband, 'Your wife doesn't seem to be having any adulterous relationship.'
 
"Then what happened?" I'm interested in hearing the story of someone else in my situation.
 
“Her husband asked us to observe her for one more week and if nothing after that we can close the investigation. It was then when we caught her. The reason our suspicions were not raised was because her lover was of the age of her father-in-law, in fact he was the father-in-law’s close friend. He would visit often to meet the father-in-law and hence no one suspected that he was having sex with his friend’s daughter-in-law. What to do there are women who get attracted to older men.”
 
My situation is not like that. My suspicions are about a handsome young man.
 
Manogara continued further. "In another case, the woman got caught within a week. That was an easy case for us. So, you have to decide. I can't advise on this."
 
I want to know the truth, one way or another. But how many long will I have to hire him?
 
Manogara interrupted my thoughts. "Sir may I ask something?"
 
What is this fellow going to ask I thought  "Yes please, ask."
 
"I had asked you before but you had denied that there is no one like that, but now I ask you again as no man would simply have doubt like this without some other background. Do you have doubts about any particular man for this?"
 
It's an embarrassing thing. It is not going to do any good to hide about Vikram anymore. While coming to this decision there are no denying some facts. Vikram is handsome and manly. He is so handsome that many women would desire him. More importantly, I was no match for his masculinity. What my ego had blocked from revealing before was no longer worth hiding. I told Manogara about the incidents at the marriage house. I explained why I had my doubts. He paid close attention to what I was saying.
 
After listening to everything, he gave a sigh before he started talking. "Men's situation is always very difficult, I am including myself.  Men have so many obligations to secure the future for their family, to plan for the children's future studies. But the adulterous lover has only one aim. Only how to seduce and enjoy the woman he has targeted. His full concentration would only be on that."
 
I also acknowledged in my mind what Manogara was saying was true.
 
"At the same time, it cannot be said that men have nothing that acts as protection to their self-respect. The control placed by the community around, family and self-security is important for women. Family honour is also an important factor in preventing the women in engaging in wrongdoing. You can say most women, more than ninety percent, understand the difficulties of their husbands. So, the respect and love they have for their husbands would always be there. They won’t have the heart to betray their husbands. Only very few, stray from the straight path.”
 
Manogara looked at me before asking. “Sir what are you going to do after knowing the result? If your wife did no wrong that’s good and no problem. But if it is proven that she is or had been betraying you, what are you going to do?"
 
What am I going to do???? I was really without any clarity. Only thing I have been saying to myself was I will not tolerate this. After that what?
 
Manogara on seeing my confusion said, "Sir, I will tell you the options for your clarity. One, you can call your family, your wife's family and with the evidence we provide you can get a divorce. This is the straightforward solution. But then I will tell you the consequences. This matter cannot be hidden. It will be known in your family circles, work circles, and friend circles.”
 
I dreaded thinking of that. How awful that would be.
 
"Many people will not hesitate to speak ill of you. They will say, "The fellow who does not know how to satisfy his wife, what type of man is he. Sadly, there are many excuses for a human being who take glee in talking like this and would be waiting for such an opportunity."
 
"You may have to pay alimony even if your wife is at fault. The court will probably say that your son should live with your wife. More often than not, the ruling will be that very young children should live with the mother."
 
"Your son's life can become hell if others find out about his mother. Sometimes no one can be as cruel as one child to another. You must bear all this."
 
"The second option is to reprimand and correct your wife. One who makes a mistake once and learns the lesson and changes, it is likely that the person will never make the same mistake again for the rest of the person’s life. But you need the mental strength accept that your wife had cheated on you but has reformed for you to do that."
 
"Third, living together as one family as far as the outside world is concerned, but internally both living their separate lives."
 
“Fourth is what that would make you angry and upset to contemplate. Pretending not to know about your wife’s affair and let her be with her lover as long as she doesn’t neglect you and the family. I know it would be difficult to have relationship especially sexual relationship with your wife knowing she had been sleeping with another man, but that the way it would have to be.”
 
I had been listening without emotion so far but when I heard the last option I reacted angrily with a loud ‘WHAT??’
 
"Listen to me calmly Mr. Mohan. Let's pretend your wife is cheating on you with that Vikram just for arguments sake. Has there been any neglect in the way she looks after you or your son?”
 
The real answer to this question is no. Manogara did not wait for my reply.
 
“In fact, you will know if this is true or not, you don’t have to tell me, but have noticed any difference in how she takes care of you, especially in sex. If she shows extra care it could be out of a feeling of guilt. If there is a feeling of guilt it means there is still love and affection for you. You may find it difficult to accept but I’ll tell you of another case in my experience. The wife strayed and we gave the evidence to the husband. He chose to do nothing about it because he loved his wife a lot and she loved him too. It was just she was going through a phase in her life, an infatuation. Over some time, she got over it and came to her senses. She deeply regretted what she had done and tried all she could to make up for her great betrayal. They are now still living together and she had never thought of doing something like that again.”
 
“What are you saying … you want me to be a submissive fool like him?”
 
“No, Mr. Mohan, I’m only saying what are all the things that can happen in life. It’s all up to the individual and what they are able to accept.”
 
I became quiet as he said this and he continued to speak.
 
"If you didn't suspect your wife would you not have been perfectly happy at home now? Let me tell you this infatuation doesn't last long. In my experience, it starts to fade after a few months. Then the love for the husband blossoms again. The wife had some frustrations that led to her straying but she would come to the realisation that this affair ultimately is a shallow relationship. They then would know the true value of the family.”
 
“I’d rather die than accept such a humiliation,” I said furiously.
 
Manogara just nodded. “I just wanted you to know what are all that can happen. Ultimately it’s each individuals choice.”
 
We discussed a few more things after that after I calmed down. We came to a decision about the next course of action.

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thanks dear sir for another brilliant update.

You're welcome dear  :)

Excellent update, save husband's respect and punish Vikram to spoile the minds of married women

Thank you

Seems like the story is going to be another cuckold one. It seems that Mohan will not only accept Bhavani's adultery but also her illegitimate child

Mohan had said he'd rather die than look the other way to his wife's adultery so he won't be a cuckold. 

Good Update

Thanks

Nope, i think the author clarified this isnt a cuckold story...but its at an interesting turn...great update...i hope Mohan dumps this bitch as soon as he finds out..n vikram dumps her too

Correctly said, this is not a cuckold story.

excited to read what happens next..

Waiting to learn next

Thank you all for your comments. Getting comments is what that motivates authors like us.

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Chapter 16 continued
 
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It took me several days to accept that Vikram is continuing to have an affair with the woman from the apartment opposite his. He tried to pacify me, but my mind refused to accept sharing him with another woman. My mind refused accept it even though I knew it was silly to expect me to be his only woman when he was not my only man. My mind had this convoluted conviction that a husband doesn’t count in this equation. Even though I knew I was having an unreasonable expectation it took three weeks before I came to terms with the situation. I was engaging in adultery, when I wasn’t loyal to my husband it was foolish to expect total loyalty from an illicit lover. The images of him and the woman Kirja having sex tortured me. This is how it must be for my husband too when he imagines me and Vikram naked in a compromising position. I know he is suspicious of Vikram. He too would have felt pain imagining something like this. It was only when I was in his position that I understood what his pain must be. My husband’s situation was worse. In my case Vikram was just a lover while I had a legally wedded husband. But for my husband it was his wife .. his life partner who was betraying him. So, why can't I then get rid of Vikram from my thoughts? How can I hate him when I can't even push him out of  my mind? Vikram was full in my heart even though I knew what I was doing was very wrong. I slowly reconciled to this fact and accepted that my expectations on Vikram was not practicable.  
 
What right do I have over him? This illicit relationship has none of the rights that exist in the bond formed with my husband as witnessed by all our relatives at the wedding. But now this adulterous relationship was important to me. Physical pleasure seemed to have such a power. It cannot be said that it was only physical pleasure. The mental connection caused by that pleasure was also a reality. I allowed myself to be persuaded by his argument that the relationship that existed before meeting me cannot be stopped suddenly. I accepted that it was not easy to prevent her from coming to his house as she was in the opposite apartment to his. But most of all his argument that he should not antagonise Girja because she will help us be together. So far our trysts (Vikram and I) had been for limited time only. There was always the thought in the back of our minds that we would have to part soon so as not to be caught or raise suspicions. It was never with a fully relaxed mind. But Girja would help us to be together for a few days. It would almost be a sort of a honeymoon with Vikram to celebrate our deliciously sinful affair. For me to experience all this with Vikram without my husband’s suspicions we would need Girja’s help. The argument that Girja was vital for us to truly consummate this sensual relationship by spending time together like husband and wife made me agree to this three-way relationship.
 
Girja would make an entry as the elder sister of my college friend. That's how I have to introduce her to my husband. My husband hasn’t met many of my college friends so I would be able to pass this off. After some time, she will invite me to her ladies group tour of all old friends. That tour of course would not be a ladies’ tour but rather our three (me, Vikram and Girja) sex tour. But before that, we have to create a situation where my husband can see that she and I are really friends who are getting in touch after a long break. We would also have to make sure that my husband does not get even a hint that she and Vikram have any sort of connection. Vikram and she will arrange for a three-day tour. For three days I will be able to fulfil (Vikram too) all my sexual dreams with Vikram without any interruption. Can’t totally say without hinderance or interruption because Girja would also be with us. I have to share Vikram with her. But one day in those three days Girja had assured him that she will not disturb us. That day is going to be the real honeymoon day for me with Vikram. I know how dangerous it was to arrange something like this. However well made the plans were any unexpected thing can happen any time that could have dire consequences. But knowing all this there was a deep and strong feeling in me that my relationship with Vikram would never be complete unless we could spend one day at least pretending to be man and wife. Do everything a man and woman would do on their honeymoon. After that even if the relationship breaks off immediately I would be able to accept that. For that to happen I dared to take this risk. But all this is in the future, not going to happen  for a few months yet but first, Sumitha will be coming here in a little over three weeks’ time. If Girja is my current rival then Smitha is my future rival. If I want Vikram I have to tolerate all this.
 
Setting all this aside there was another thing that perturbed me. For a few days now I had the feeling that someone was watching me. I didn't think much of it at first, but when the feeling persisted I became a little disturbed mentally. That's when I started to see if anyone was watching me. But I didn’t notice anything unusual. I started noticing people walking or standing on the road outside my house, but no one seemed to have any particular interest on my house or the residents in it. But the faces of the people that were usually always around the area was getting etched in my memory. As I found nothing out of the ordinary I pushed that feeling to a side but nevertheless I threaded with caution because of the nature of what I was involved in. One day as I was going out somewhere I noticed a man walking at a discrete distance behind me. The face looked familiar but I couldn’t place it. Then it struck me suddenly that this was the man I had seen several times passing outside my house. Was he following me? Or, was this just a coincidence? After that I started looking to see if the person was continuing to pay attention to me. I started checking if that person was behind whenever I left the house. I would hide behind the window curtain and peek to see if that man was around. That was when I noticed that he was always hanging around not too far from my house. It was confirmed that he was watching me. That was when I got scared. The first thing that came to my mind was whether the man was planning to rob the house or worse still planning to bang me. Should I tell this to my husband? He may make a security officer report and have that man arrested and interrogated. But I decided I will tell this to Vikram before I told my husband.
 
"Don't tell your husband about this, first take a picture of him by your phone without him knowing and send the picture to me first."
 
"Why? What are you going to do with it?"
 
"Just send it, and then don't tell anyone about it until I say so."
 
I said okay without knowing what he wanted it for. After two days Vikram informed me about the man.
 
"I was right in my suspicion. He is a private detective. I got his details while searching for private detective agencies in Coimbatore. Bavani, your husband has hired him to spy on you. Your husband has got suspicions about you."
 
Vikram said this very coolly but I was freaking out here. "Hey, what are you saying about, oh no everything is finished .. I'm dead."
 
"Hey cool down cool down, your husband doesn't know anything for sure yet. If he did, he would have acted differently by this time. There is still no problem, I will throw dirt in his eyes of this detective and your husband and we are going to enjoy ourselves. Only now the game is getting thrilling."
 
“Thrilling? … thrilling? I spat out the words. “Are you joking? I’m shivering scared my life is over here and you find all this to be a thrilling game?”
 
“Why are you scared ..I’m there for you aren’t I? Will I let you get into problems? I’ll tell you what will happen. He would continue to follow you. He will try to observe what you are doing through the window. Now onwards when you talk to me or message me do so when you are hidden from view, like when you are in your bedroom.”
 
“I’m very scared Vikram, let’s stop all this please,” I pleaded with him.
 
“Don’t be scared Bavani, I’ll make sure you don’t get any problems. They could have installed listening devices or hidden cameras but I don’t think it had been done yet otherwise your husband would have got some evidence and confronted you by now.”
 
It was a little comforting that my husband still didn't know anything for sure.
 
"However, there is no guarantee that they won't be hiding any devices like that in the near future. When you talk to me from now on, talk from the bathroom. It's not easy to hide any device there. Otherwise, we’ll communicate only through messaging. Another thing, I'll send you an item. It will reveal the presence of any listening devices and  cameras . "
 
"What am I going to do knowing that?"
 
"If that's the case you find the presence of any devices confront your husband with that. Say you found out by accident. Fight with him as if you are outraged that he could be suspecting you. Maybe he’ll get so cowed down he won't do it after that. Just don't show that you know about that private detective. If your husband knows that too, he will change the person. I’ll handle that detective so he poses no problem and we can still enjoy together."
 
I didn’t know if I was capable of acting with my husband the way Vikram just told me to. I was too timid for that. Even though I was hesitant, but when Vikram spoke so convincingly I also got a bit of courage from it. If a man doesn’t trust his own wife and spies on her, then It is not wrong to cheat such a suspicious man and have sex with a lover. What my mind didn’t accept then was that I had no right to be angry or upset that my husband had not trusted me because his suspicions were totally justified. Even with the odds stacked against him, if a man can overcome all obstacles thrown in his path by a suspicious husband and still manages to seduce and have sex with that man’s wife then that is a real man. A man worthy to be the lover of another man’s wife. A slight feeling of disdain crept into my mind for my husband that he didn’t have the courage to confront me directly with his suspicions and instead resorted to hiring a private detective. If the places of the men were swapped  and Vikram was my husband and my husband was the man who was trying to seduce me, Vikram would have squared up face to face with the attempting seducer and beaten him up. A man who could fight and protect his rights.  It really would be thrilling when Vikram’s big cock invades my tight cunt while my husband suffers in doubt. If even I could feel a bit of thrill from this how much more enticing it would be for Vikram. Well, if Vikram overcomes all this and manages to whisk me away for a few days right under my husband’s nose then he deserves to enjoy all the pleasures my body can give … and for his daring and smartness I’ll make sure he gets all the pleasure he wants.   

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Sorry, only a small update this time as I didn't have time to write.

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Dear Author,
Many  clp); for the lines where Bavani  decides it is ok if her husband suffers
Hope she gets to torture her husband mentally more and more. I see it has not yet started. Can you make this Happen pls.
Few readers like me read not for fuck fest but more for the mind games and tense family situations and how the couples justify their side.

Appreciate that you liked the post. You must also be aware of my dilemma. While there are some readers like you who look forward to the psychological aspects of main characters in the story, I think especially of the husband and wife, there are quite a number of readers who look forward to the sexual interaction especially of the lover and wife. So I have to cut a balance between the two. Sometimes the sexual aspect would be more and sometimes the mental aspects. But this being a erotic story site the sexual aspect would naturally predominate. 

Thanks to all the readers. I'm working on the next update.  

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Chapter 17 – A plan is hatched

 
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“Will you help me or not? I asked her.
 
“This is too much, I want to enjoy with you whenever I get a chance but you are asking my help so you can fuck another woman,” Girja said but from her mischievous smile I gathered she was just teasing me.
 
“This was something agreed to earlier isn’t it why are you now playing difficult,” I said playing along with her.
 
“What do I get from it? What if you want to have sex only with her?”
 
“What do you want?” I asked her.
 
“You know what I want … your big cock .. as often as possible.”
 
“When have I starved you of sex? Even if your husband starves you I’m always ready to feed your lust. That’s what I’m doing now too isn’t it.”
 
The reason I said this was at that precise moment while Girja was lying on the bed with only half her back on the mattress I was standing beside the bed holding her body up by her thighs and lower back. My rod was going in and out of her vagina as I slowly banged her. Only the portion of my shaft that had gone in and out of her cunt was glistening as it was smeared by her viscous fluid.
 
“Why are you only pushing half way up my pussy, push it fully .. I want to feel it deep inside of me.”
 
“I’ll do that but you do as I say,” I said as with one forceful push I went inside her grasping pussy to the hilt.
 
“Anggg … it’s in .. for this fuck I’ll do anything you ask baby.”
 
“That’s what I want to hear .. that’s why you are my illegal lover,” I said with a laugh.
 
“If I’m that then what is Bavani?”
 
“You’ve heard of a lovechild haven’t you well she’s my furtive lovewife.”
 
“Bloody idiot .. only she is considered like your love is it?”
 
“You only want sex from me don’t you,” I said making her gasp at the force of my pumping. Her  back was sliding up and down the mattress every time I humped her. “You don’t expect or want love from me do you?”
 
“Nah .. you’re no good to be loved .. you’re good only for fucking.”
 
There were no illusions whatsoever between us. We both knew exactly what we wanted from each other so there were no emotional entanglements. That’s what I wanted too. There was no need to be lovey-dovey to please her and get her to open her legs for me. All she wanted was my big cock to give her the bodily pleasure she craved. It so happened by chance that we were neighbours. For her unfulfilled sexual craving she would probably have seduced someone else to take care of her needs if she hadn’t met me. But Bavani was different. If we didn’t meet at the wedding by chance and if I hadn’t made the effort to seduce her she would probably still be a faithful wife to her husband. She was not the type to actively seek fulfilment from another man whatever the shortcomings were in her sexual relationship with her husband. Bavani had frustrations in her sex life but she had learnt to adjust and live with it. It needed my effort to unlock her hidden desires. Even then she wouldn’t have given herself to just about anyone who tried to seduce her. There had been an instant connection and attraction between us. I was smitten by her beauty no doubt. The added attraction was that such a beautiful and sexy woman was someone else’s wife. That always made the woman a more attractive choice for him. For Bavani there had been an instant spark she had experienced by no one else. An attractive woman like her would surely have been a target of many a Romeo. Yet no one had evoked any response from her but between us sparks had flown the very first time our eyes had met. That had unlocked the desires within her. That she would give herself to me was inevitable almost like it was fated. Now that her desires had been liberated it is not going to be possible to push it back in. One thing though, she was not like Girja needing physical pleasure alone. She needed a bit of emotional attachment. She needed to be loved not just fucked.
 
“I’m not upset you think of me as just a fuck toy Girja. That’s the good thing about us, we understand each other. You want my body I want your body. We just only want sexual pleasure. But Bavani wants love and affection along with the sexual pleasure.”
 
My hips started moving faster now, Girja’s body was being pushed up and down. Her legs locked around my waist. We could have only one round of sex today. She would soon after to go and pick up her two kids from tuition. Before they come back I have to finish fucking their mother.
 
“Hunngg … hunngg .. what do you want me to do?”
 
“When did you say your wimp of a husband is going to Mumbai?”
 
I could talk to her about her husband like this. She wouldn’t mind or be upset by this. In fact, she would refer to her husband like this when she talks about him to me. With Bavani though my disdain for her husband has to be controlled and limited and that too only at the time she was in the grip of pleasure when we were having sex. At normal times I cannot speak badly about him.
 
“He’ll be away next week for four day, why you ask?”
 
“I’ll make arrangement for you to go and meet Bavani at Coimbatore at that time. She would introduce you as the elder sister of her classmate to her husband.”
 
“How can I do this. I need to inform my husband I’m going outstation and get his permission. Besides that, who would look after my kids at that time.”
 
“Hey don’t give me that bullshit,” I said as I banged her hard a few times.
 
“Aww .. you brute .. don’t be so rough you donkey .. be a little easy.”
 
“Then what you bitch. Haven’t you left your kids in your sister’s care and came and enjoyed with me before. Did you ask your husband’s permission then?
 
“Okay .. okay .. don’t fuck like a ruffian, fuck me nice darling, I’ll do as you say but why so much of a hurry to see your illegal wife? You’re so desperate for her pussy are you?”
 
“That’s right I want that sweet cunt. I’ll be coming with you. I’ll book a place in the same hotel I stayed the last time I was there. I’ve made friends with a guy in the reception. He’ll book two rooms with a connecting door between them.”
 
“This arrangement is for you to fuck Bavani isn’t it? Why two rooms, one room should be enough. Why can’t I watch you and Bavani screw on the bed? Maybe I’ll learn something from Bavani .. see why you are so crazy about her.”
 
“Tell her husband that you are taking her out. Go out for shopping for an hour or two before bringing her to your hotel room.”
 
“You still haven’t told me why two rooms. Also, why go shopping, I’ll bring her straight to the room and you can enjoy with her for a longer time?”
 
“I’ll tell you why. Her husband had been suspicious of me right from the beginning, even before I successfully seduced her. Even then I had managed to screw her nine times so far. Four times at the time of the wedding we attended and five times in Coimbatore. But our sex has never been in comfortable setting. Even though at the wedding I did fuck her on the bed once but we had to control ourselves from making too much of noise. In Coimbatore it was in the car and on a blanket on a dirt floor. Only now I’ll be able to enjoy her in bed without restriction.”
 
“So thrilling to hear that Vikram. You’re a real man, you were able to seduce and fuck a woman right under the nose of her suspicious husband. You said the husband got suspicious .. so, what did that wimp do?”
 
“Well, he went and hired a private detective that fool. That why the need for two rooms. I’m positive the detective would be following you two so that’s why it must appear that you two are actually going shopping.”
 
“You cunning devil you, you’re thinking of everything. Well if I’m going to go shopping for your benefit then you are going to give me shopping money,” Girja grinned, her pussy still being stretched by my shaft.
 
“I expect him to bribe the reception staff to see whose name the room is booked in. It will show only one room and in your name. My guy at the reception will make sure my name doesn’t appear anywhere and show the adjoining room to be empty in case the detective finds out there is a connecting room attached to your room. But I don’t expect for him to find out that.”
 
“You’re going to all this trouble just for that Bavani pussy … what pussy is that, gold lined is it?”
 
“You’ll see that she’s worth all this trouble when you meet. There’s no substitute to making a suspicious husband wear horns by fucking his wife when he is trying everything he could to prevent it.”
 
Girja shivered when she heard this. She too was getting aroused terribly by what I was describing. How much more aroused she would be if she knew of my ultimate fantasy. At a big party in a big mansion a man would notice me chatting up his wife while he is busy talking to his friends. He suddenly realises we are both missing. He comes desperately searching for us but he couldn’t find us. He hears a woman’s moans of pleasure while going around the mansion trying to find us. He’s not sure that it is his wife’s voice or not because all women’s moans od pleasure sound the same. He hears moans coming from a particular room. He bangs on the door and the moaning stops. Sure that it was his wife in there, he bangs hard on the door again and keeps on banging till someone opens the door. He finds some other man and some other woman covering herself with bedsheet on the bed. The man argues with the husband when he hears a woman’s moans coming from elsewhere. This time it sounds like his wife but he can’t be sure. He wants to leave the room and go look where the sound is coming from but the man who was disturbed from his sex is holding him by the collar and scolding him. Meanwhile the moans get louder. After he had been able to calm the man and come out of the room he finds the moans have stopped. Now he doesn’t know where to look. He looks into the rooms there one by one. In one room he sees a disheveled bed but no one there. When he goes back to the main hall where the party is going on he finds his wife sitting alone with a drink in her hand. Her face is flushed, she looks a little tired. When he goes and asks her where she had been she tells him she was in the ladies restroom. He has no way of proving otherwise. When they leave the party to go home he sees his wife exchange a smile with the man who had been chatting her up. The agony the husband would be in. Would he want to inspect his wife’s pussy when he gets home? Even then what can he find out except that it was a little wetter. Would he want to have sex with his wife out of jealousy? Would he eat his wife’s pussy if she tries to make him do it? This was my dream scenario. If something like this ever happened with Mohan, Bavani and I, I don’t think I would be hold myself long in the excitement. I would finish in minutes. Sadly, the reality is something like this happening is very, very,  remote and it will remain just that, a fantasy. But it perfectly fits into my psyche to make a husband very jealous while I secretly fuck his wife and if that woman is a dish like Bavani then it’s an added bonus. Hoodwinking both the private detective and the husband at the same time and sending back a thoroughly fucked Bavani back to Mohan is the next best thing. I want to fuck her on the bed, I want to fuck her in the shower.
 
“When you bring her here send her in to my room and you can take rest till I and Bavani finish.”
 
“Nobody can beat you in this devilishness Vikram, especially when you set your sights on a nubile housewife.”
 
While I was talking to Girja I had stopped poking her and had just let my hot meat soak in her pussy juices but now I started fucking her again.
 
Now while getting fucked Girja spoke, maybe a little regretfully. “Bavani’s husband Mohan is okay in a way. At least he cares about his wife. Look at my husband, he’s not bothered about me, whether someone is fucking me in the side or not. All he cares for is his job. You know, I have a suspicion that he may have set up another woman when he’s on one of his trips.”
 
“Doesn’t it bother you if he is getting his fun from another woman?”
 
“Nah, If, he wants to enjoy then let him do so. That was he won’t be a disturbance to me enjoying with you. Anyway you screw much better, let some other woman enjoy his chicken fuck.”
 
I again stopped humping her and asked,” Chicken fuck? What is that?”
 
“Have you seen a fowl fuck a hen? After all the chasing it finishes in five seconds after the fowl mounts the hen.” We both laughed at her husband’s expense after she said this.
 
After this we engaged in serious fornication till we both came. While lying side by side, still naked and with my sperm seeping out from her cunt we continued our conversation.
 
“Why be in a hurry Vikram. With her husband hiring a private detective and all if you just be patient for about two months then he’ll report nothing had happened and her husband would have called off the spying. After that you could have ploughed that slut’s cunt how much you wanted and sent her back to her hubby with your load in her. Why can’t you wait is her pussy that great?”
 
“Actually, she has got a tight gripping pussy alright. Not been properly serviced by her husband so when she moans in pleasure when we fuck that sound itself is so arousing to me, my cock just throbs in her velvet grip then. At least once I want her husband to hear that moan, only then he’ll know how much he is depriving her.”
 
“Now you’ve got me interested. I want to hear her moan too. So, you are not going to lock the connecting door. I want to see both of you thrashing on the bed in pleasure.”
 
“Fucking her when her husband is trying to catch her is the real thrill Girja. That way I’ll prove to Bavani that her husband is a weakling and she deserves better. She won’t feel so guilty cheating on him then and would want to continue to do it.”
 
“You would really like that won’t you,” Girja said as she kissed me in wonder.
 
“Yes dear, only if she has a bit of scorn for her husband would I be able to carry out another thing I had planned.”
 
“What is that?” Girja asked curiously.
 
“I plan to give her husband a gift that he’s not aware of.”
 
Girja frowned as she didn’t understand what I meant.
 
“Bavani’s husband wants a second child, I’ll give him that gift.”
 
“What?? You scoundrel … it’s not enough you are fucking his wife now you want to load her stomach and make him a complete fool. Why?”
 
“I’m not the marrying kind Girja but that doesn’t mean I don’t want a progeny. Mohan would provide a good home for my child and Bavani will be a good mother.”
 
“You’re like a Cuckoo aren’t you, laying your egg in another person’s nest … you’re really evil Vikram but I like it.”
 
I smiled at what she said. In truth I was like a Cuckoo which lays its egg in another species nest. The offspring soon takes over from the real offspring of the bird and gets the foster parent to take care of it. In my case only the male would be the foster parent. The mother would be my mate.
 
“Has Bavani agreed to this?” Girja asked.
 
“Not yet, but she’ll come around to it.”
 
“The way you pleasure a woman I’m sure she would,” Girja said meaningfully.
 
All was set. Soon I was going to enjoy Bavani in the comfort of a hotel room. If Girja wants to see that, let her see. Also, I’ve to make Bavani and Girja comfortable to be with each other when related to sexual matters. That was important for what I had planned for later.

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Superb......
Amazing....
Sensational...
Too good to Resist......

Thank you, I'll try to continue in the same vein. 

Awesome update as usual

Thank you very much

Very Nice Update. 
Ultimate sinful gift to Mohan [but he should be tortured someway about the baby. Life long torture yeahhhhh]

What have you got against the poor husband isn't he suffering enough thinking his wife and Vikram are putting one over him 

Vikram is useless gay, and a womeniser he will spoil the life of bhavani

You can even add narcissist to his list of shortcomings. People like him have only one person's need in mind, their own. 

My view of things 
"When you are dealing with a married woman and therefore marriage, all bets and also means are off. 
As long as there is no killing involved, even if it is absolutely wanted and perhaps deserved !..."

I know this is a story. 
(A very well written and good to read one, too!).

But would still like to pose the question to those readers and commentators; who are passing off 
Bavani's behavior, cheating on her husband, trampling on her marriage vows with feet, and even 
pleading for foreign insemination (from her lover Vikram):

How would you react if you were affected in Mohan's place?

(The author will share his view and approach in the coming chapters. I am very much looking 
forward to this and have been waiting impatiently for it).

Bavani can and will not see where anything is wrong. 
... and with this attitude she will not change. 
She is naive, thinks and acts irrationally, makes herself a fool...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

As you said this is only a story, a story of a woman descending into degradation and whether she can get any redemption is what has to be seen. I have purposefully not made out the husband's character as a wimp willing to be trampled over by his wife and her lover. I also wanted to delve deeper into Vikram's background. Show what events shaped him, why he became what he is now. That he is not completely all bad. Any saving characteristics he has may be important to the climax of the story but there was a general feedback that going into his background disturbed the flow of the story and so I kept that portion brief. Thank you for your detailed comment. From many comments I read from various such stories many more people identify themselves with a person like Vikram then with Mohan, hence the degrading comments on the husband. Then again this is just fictitious, let everyone enjoy it in their own way.  

Plz update

Coming up right now.

I would wish for the readers to keep coming up with their comments. Thank you all.

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Chapter 17 (continued)
 
Husband
 
After listening to all the options that the private detective outlined all it did was increase my distress. None of the options were of any relief for me. They bordered from the bad to the very worst. I could never ever contemplate to pretend to not know what was happening. To let the adulterous lovers to have their fill of what must be delightful sexual pleasure for them while all it meant was misery for me.  Worse still if they get to know that I am choosing to let them get away with it they would surely become bolder and won’t even bother to hide the evidence of their immoral fornication. They wouldn’t feel the need to go for their tryst elsewhere. They would do it in my own home and won’t bother to hide the evidence of that. I may come home to a stained, unkempt bed indicating that they had a strenuous sexual romp a while ago in my absence. Knowing that I was not going to do anything about it Vikram would take pleasure in leaving signs for me to find on how much he had enjoyed my wife. There would be teeth marks on her breasts, bruised lips showing the passion of their kisses. I have to tolerate all this torture just for what? That he would eventually tire of my wife and leave her for his new conquest? I would then get back my wife .. a woman who had been thoroughly used for his pleasure? How can I then live normally with her as if nothing had happened? How can I kiss my wife knowing that those lips had been locked on his lips, worse still on his cock many, many, times? Even sex with my wife after that would be demeaning and disgusting for me. I won’t even be able to enjoy oral sex with my wife. Every time she blows me my mind would be put off thinking of how many times she must have done this for him and with much more desire. I could never make myself give that sort of pleasure to my wife knowing that her vagina had been plumbed many times by his manhood. I had felt so much of anger when Manohara had suggested this as a last option for me on that day. But after he had gone I tried to still my mind and try and consider this as an option for the sake of preventing my family from breaking up and also to prevent the ridicule that would come my way if it becomes known that the reason for the divorce was that my wife wanted sexual pleasure from another man. It would bring to question in other people’s mind about my own manhood. It But, I just couldn’t come to terms of accepting that option. I would rather face the humiliation of questions being raised of my manhood than confirming it by choosing not to do anything about it. I would have to contemplate the break up of my family if I want to retain any iota of self-respect and honour. One thing though, from the conversation with the private detective, he had more or less indicated that the changes in my wife that I had observed were warning signs of a woman who was already engaging in or was thinking of engaging in adultery.
 
A few days after that, just when I was getting ready to leave for office Bavani spoke to me. “Listen dear, my college mate’s elder sister is coming here to meet me today.”
 
I turned and looked at her and asked,” Your college mate’s sister? Who is that?”
 
“Remember long ago, at the time of our wedding I told you about my close friend Vitha, this is her elder sister Girja and she is coming to see me.”
 
She could have told me that, she had introduced many of her friends to me but I can’t remember now. Afterall it is almost six years now since the wedding. “I’ve heard of Vithya, Girija .. what type of names are these Vitha, Girja?”
 
“Those are Kannada names they are from Karnataka.”
 
When I heard Karnataka the first thing that came to my mind was that Vikram was working in Bengaluru. “Where exactly in Karnataka is your friend’s sister staying?”
 
Her answer was what that put me immediately on alert. “She stays in Bengaluru.” Isn’t that where the rogue Vikram, conceived by his mother by a house guest, also lives? Could they both know each other? It’s such a big city so if this Girja was indeed her college mate’s sister then it was unlikely that they knew each other. Afterall Bavani had set eyes on Vikram for the first time only at the wedding. So her circle of friends are unlikely to be the same as Vikram’s circle of friends but I’ve been so disturbed by that scoundrel that I was pushed to the situation where I suspected everything.
 
“When is she coming here?”
 
“Actually, anytime now. It is even possible you may be able to meet her before you go to work.”
 
“Why didn’t you mention anything about this to me before?” I was cross questioning my wife as if she was an accused at a trial. In a way she was in a trial, a trial to prove she was not committing adultery and betraying me.
 
“It was a surprise to me too. She only just suddenly called me while you were taking your shower.”
 
While I had got ready my wife was also getting my son ready for college. We all sat together at the dining table to have our breakfast. As usual my son didn’t want to eat his breakfast properly and Bavani had to cajole him to get him to eat. Finally, we got ready to leave. I usually drop my son off at college before going to my office. The arrangement was someone else drops him back home after college which finishes much earlier than the time I return from work. Exactly at the time as we all got out of our front door a call taxi came and stopped in front of my main gate. A woman dressed very stylishly in a saree with shoulder length hair got out from the car. On looking at us a very bright smile appeared on her face.
 
“Hi, Bavani darling, it’s been so long .. it’s so good to see you.” She quickly came to where we were and hugged Bavani in a close embrace. There was a happy smile on my wife’s face too. All indications were that they were close friends who were meeting after a long time. Their affection for each other and their closeness seemed genuine. Maybe I was wrong in thinking she had anything to do with Vikram. He had unsettled me so much that I had been rendered incapable of looking at anything without suspicion.
 
After hugging for sometime she held my wife back at arms-length, holding her by her upper arms and looked at Bavani with fondness. “I’m so happy to see you again .. you look just like when you were in college, the same bubbly beautiful girl … hmm except for a little bit more weight,” She said with a critical eye,” but you look even more beautiful now.”
 
Bavani blushed slightly but her face too was flushed with joy. “But you look the same Girja, still the same gorgeous body.”
 
I stood silently by as the two old friends complimented each other. This was two genuine friends meeting. I had unnecessarily thought that Vikram had been connected to this. Anyway, what’s wrong in two women meeting each other. Bavani turned to me and spoke.
 
“Can you believe that Girja is a mother of two kids, that too her son is now twelve years old.”
 
What Bavani said was true. Girja was taller than my wife and she seemed to have maintained her body despite motherhood.
 
“Hey, don’t embarrass me Bavani … hm where’s my manners. This must be your husband .. how are you sir and this must be your son Avinash, how are you darling?”
 
I too said hello to her. I slowly started relaxing. This definitely was two old friends meeting after a long gap. My son was shyly hiding behind my legs.
 
“Say hello to aunty Avinash,” My wife said to my son.  
 
My son only shyly smiled at her.  “ There is so much to catch up with you Bavani. I really don’t know much about your city. I’m free today, you must take me around.” Turning to me she said,” I would like to take Bavani with me today to show me around, I hope you don’t mind sir.”
 
When she put it like this all of a sudden how could I be able to say no. “Sure, take her along. I hope you like our city.” The private detective would be trailing them, how could anything go wrong.
 
Turning to my son Girja said,” Look, what I have got for you.” She showed my son a toy remote car that she had bought for him.
 
My son became very excited when he saw that. Taking it quickly from Girja he said,” Thank you aunty, I like it.”
 
“Why did you go to all that trouble Girja, you’ll be spoiling him,” My wife said.
 
“You keep quiet,” she gently admonished my wife,” what’s wrong in me buying a gift for your son.”
 
My son took the toy away from my son saying,” you go to college first, you can play with it after you come back.” My son looked disappointed but he had no choice.
 
“Okay, it’s getting late, I have to drop him at college and go to work,” I said,” you old friends carry on, I’ll take leave.”
 
“Okay drive safely,” My wife waved to us goodbye.
 
After dropping my son off at his college I parked my car at the roadside and made a call. “Hello Mr. Mano, there is a woman called Girja who claims to be my wife’s friend. She is taking my wife out with her in a while. Please keep an eye on them.”
 
“No worries sir, I’m already on it. I am watching them right now. They have just entered your house. I’ll keep a close eye on them and see what they are up to, you don’t have to worry about that.”
 
I felt a relieved that Manohara would take care of everything. “Whatever is it please keep me updated from time to time,” I said.
 
“Sure sir, will do.”
 
She  
 
We both watched till my husband’s car disappeared from our view then Girja turned to me and said,” Shall we go in now?”
 
“Please come, welcome to my home,” I invited her inside.
 
When I turned after we entered in and I had closed and locked the door I saw that Girja was looking appraisingly at me with a smile on her face.
 
“How was my acting, was it convincing enough for your husband to believe that we are old friends?”
 
“You were very good, not just my husband, anyone else watching and hearing you would be certain that we are very good friends. For that matter, even I who knew the truth of the matter had the feeling that we were indeed close to each other. Really superb acting.”
 
“Vikram showed me your photo so I instantly recognised you as I got down from the taxi. Good thing too that we had rehearsed what we were going to speak. Luckily your husband didn’t ask too many questions.”
 
“Same with me, Vikram sent me your photo too so it was easy for me when I saw you arrive.”
 
“Even the Bavani … I must get used to calling you Bavani casually as out of forgetfulness I should not even accidently address you formally, and you too keep calling me Girja at all times.”
 
I just nodded indicating that would be just fine.
 
“As I was about to say, not just my acting I was surprised by your reactions and acting. Vikram told me you were more on the shy type but you were magnificent, the way you acted.”
 
I didn’t want to tell her that I had a bit of training in it, because of my good looks I had been chosen and acted in many of my college cultural shows. But acting on the stage was one thing, acting in real life was quite another.
 
“You wouldn’t know how nervous I was inside, luckily I managed it somehow,” I said modestly.
 
“Another thing, I heard from Vikram that your husband had hired a private detective to spy on you. Can you check to see if he is around?”
 
When Girja put it that way, that my husband was spying on me, it was sort of demeaning to me. Seeing the expression on my face Girja continued,” Don’t feel bad about it. When a man does not trust his wife, it shows how weak the man is and it is not a slur on the woman. Imagine a confident virile man like Vikram ever have to worry about the faithfulness of his wife. The fault lies with the man not the woman.”
 
What Girja said made sense. Why should I feel bad at getting attracted to a someone who makes me revel in being a woman? I peeked out through the curtain of my window. “Yes, the man is there alright,” I told Girja.  
 
“Is he? Good, we’ll fool this lackey of your husband. You go and get ready first.”
 
Okay Girja just give me a few minutes, I’ll take a quick bath first.”
 
“You want to be fresh for Vikram is it,” she said teasingly,” let it be, let it be, but frankly if you ask me it is a waste because after Vikram is through with you both of you would be drenched in sweat.”
 
My face flushed red in embarrassment. After the time before my first night when my friends teased me about the sexual intercourse that I would be engaging in, now another woman is openly teasing about me having sex with another man. Now I was no more a virginal young woman anticipating the events of the night with a mixture of trepidation, curiosity and desire but a wife and mother looking forward to fornication with an illicit lover with lust. Not really being able to say anything to Girja that would not increase my embarrassment I quickly went to my bedroom. After bathing I wore a t-shirt and jeans, nothing complicated because these clothes won’t be on my body the whole day anyway. My make up too was simple but I had a full set of make-up essentials in my handbag. My make up too was all going to be smeared away and I would have to have to freshen up after. There should be no indication of what had happened when the private detective sees me later after my sexual romp with my handsome young lover. When I came out from my bedroom Girja looked at me up and down.
 
“Wow you look fabulous dear, no wonder Vikram is so crazy about you. I’m telling you without hiding, seeing you makes me jealous.”
 
My heart filled with joy when I heard her say that Vikram was crazy about me. “Don’t make fun of me Girja, I’m not that good looking, I’m not a young girl anymore,” I said belying the happiness I was feeling inside.
 
“A young beautiful girl can never have the underlying desirability and attractiveness a beautiful mature woman has. They can have all the bubbliness of youth but only a mature woman oozes that sexiness that makes her the dream choice of a man and truthfully you have an abundance of that.”
 
I was beginning to like Girja. I also felt looking at Girja that she could never become a rival to me for the full affection of Vikram. “Okay, I’m ready, let’s go.”
 
“What’s the hurry Bavani .. so eager to sleep with Vikram?’’
 
God, this woman speaks so raw in what she says. “No, nothing like that. It was just that you are already ready to go, that’s why. If you want to we can relax and wait for sometime till you are ready to leave.” It’s just me saying this out but internally I was so excited to go and meet my lover.
 
“Okay, I was just teasing. First we’ll go to a mall. You have to guide me on where to go.”
 
Vikram was waiting for us … for me in the hotel, why does she want to go to the mall first. Understanding the confusion, I was feeling Girja looked at me with a coy smile.
 
“I understand your eagerness Bavani but we can’t go directly to the hotel from here. If we do that then the detective hired by your hubby who is sure to follow us would become very suspicious about it.”
 
In my excitement I was not thinking straight, Girja was right of course. “Okay Girja, I understand, I’ll take you to one of the biggest malls here.”
 
We roamed around the mall for almost two hours. As the minutes passed by I was getting more and more eager to be with Vikram but Girja on the other hand was very relaxed and casually strolling about inside the mall. Internally I was feeling irritated. It’s okay for her, she stays right opposite where Vikram stays. Whenever she feels hot Vikram is always close by but that is not so for me. Every passing minute reiterates how much I miss the heavenly pleasure I had with Vikram out in the open below the trees.
 
Finally, unable to control myself any further I asked her directly,” Girja we don’t have a lot of time and poor Vikram would be waiting for us.”
 
“That’s okay, let him suffer some more.”
 
Girja, the person suffering is not just Vikram but this woman in front of you I thought to myself with a bit of frustration starting to boil over but I kept my calm.
 
Girja smiled that mocking/teasing smile of hers,” The longer he waits the more his desire will fill to bursting .. then only when he sees you he’ll jump on you straightaway.”
 
“Chee don’t keep teasing me like this Girja I’m getting so shy.”
 
Girja bought for me a very beautiful Churidar. “Why take all this trouble Girja and this is an unnecessary expense for you,” I protested.
 
“I’m not buying this for you Bavani, Vikram gave me money to buy you a dress. This is his gift for you. The detective would have noted me buying it and so he would report to you hubby that I bought you clothing. Now you can take the gift from your lover without any doubts on the part of your husband.”
 
There was no way to express the joy I felt at that time. The first set of clothing bought for me by my lover. Better still I can take it home, wear it without having to hide it from my husband. Every time I wear it I will be reminded of my lover. I must wear this at least once for Vikram. He must strip this from my body before we indulge in our sweet and sinful love making. Finally, we went to the hotel where Girja (and Vikram) were staying. I couldn’t wait to show my appreciation to my lover for his special (to me) gift in my own special way. We entered her room and my eyes straightaway searched for my handsome hunk. But no one was there. Seeing my confusion Girja spoke.
 
“Look over there,” she said indicating the connecting door, only now I knew that this room had a connecting room. “He is over there. That’s where you are going to be soon … with your lover but Vikram told us to just chat and wait here for half an hour at least.”
 
I didn’t know why but if Vikram wanted us to do that then there must be a very good reason for it. Another half an hour before I can be in the arms of my lover, another half an hour of tortuous wait.